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What’s up, buttercups! 🌸

Chapter twelve… and things are definitely getting a little more heated, huh? 😏 I feel like we’re finally stepping into a space where we can turn the tension up and play with a bit more spice—so I’m super curious to know what you think 🙈

Just a quick note: I’m currently going through some personal stuff and juggling a busy work schedule, so if I’m a little slower with updates or replies, please know I’m doing my best and still pouring as much heart as I can into this story 💕

As always, thank you for being here. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading! 💕

Tropes & warnings: inexperienced!reader x Auston Matthews, meet cute, strangers to friends, fake relationship, language, 18+ smut: tied up, oral sex (f receiving), edging, fingering, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex, cumshot

Word count: 7.8k Chapter one ; Chapter two ; Chapter three ; Chapter four ; Chapter five ; Chapter six ; Chapter seven ; Chapter eight ; Chapter nine; Chapter ten ; Chapter eleven

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Chapter twelve: a royal game of chess*

“Dearest Toronto Readers,”

A royal game is underway—and we’ve all been invited to watch.

Last night, beneath the glittering chandeliers of the gala, our King and Queen moved across the ballroom like seasoned players on a chessboard. Each glance, each lingering touch, calculated and deliberate. Together, they silenced the rumours. For now.

But behind every flawless performance is a motive. And behind every motive? A truth begging to be uncovered. Are they reigniting something real—or just preserving the illusion long enough to win the crowd back?

The Queen looked radiant. The King looked smitten. And yet, the whispers still echo: are they lovers, or just loyal allies in a crumbling campaign?

What we are witnessing is no simple romance—it’s a royal game of strategy.

White strikes first. And checkmate is coming.

The only question that remains: will it be a win or a loss for the crown?

Yours always,

The Benchwarmer”

Saturday –

The sun filtered through your curtains like it had no respect for boundaries—soft and golden, spilling across your bedroom in a mocking warmth that made everything feel deceptively calm. It painted gold across your sheets, lit your skin with something too gentle, too romantic for the weight tangled in your limbs.

There was a heaviness in your bones that sleep hadn’t touched. You blinked against the light. Your mouth was dry. Your body sore in that deep, secret kind of way—your thighs still trembling faintly, the inside of your elbow tender where his grip had lingered a second too long. Your skin prickled with the memory of his touch. Your throat? Dry from all the words you hadn’t said. From the ones you had swallowed down instead of speaking out loud.

But it wasn’t just lust curling under your skin this morning. It was confusion. Shame. And something worse—something quieter and harder to admit. That slow-blooming ache behind your ribs, that whispering feeling you’d tried so hard to ignore.

Because last night hadn’t been fake. Or performative. You hadn’t been playing a role. You had wanted it. Wanted him. Badly. Recklessly.

And now, the only thing worse than what you’d done… was how much you wanted to do it again.

Your hand groped through the tangle of sheets until it found your phone, half-buried near the edge of the mattress. The screen was lit with unread messages, notifications blinking like warning lights—like your life was trying to catch up to you faster than you could catch your breath.

Of course, the group chat was already on fire.

Jess: okay WHAT THE FUCK is going on. i thought you guys were like??? cooling off??

Maya: was last night cooling off?? bc from where i was standing it looked VERY on.

Jess: pls tell me the gala wasn’t just for PR or do i need to text Auston and ask myself??

You let your head fall back into the pillow with a groan, phone hovering above your face, the screen too bright and your thoughts too messy. You typed. Deleted. Tried again. Your fingers felt clumsy.

You: idk what’s going on. it’s a mess. we didn’t plan any of that.

The typing dots appeared immediately.

Jess: you okay tho? like actually okay? or are we breaking into his condo later?

Maya: say the word and I’ll bring wine and a crowbar.

You smiled. Barely. But it was something. You loved them. Even when everything else felt like quicksand, they were solid ground.

You: I’m fine. Just tired. It’s a lot.

You peeled yourself out of bed with the kind of sluggish determination reserved for emotional hangovers. Limbs heavy, skin too sensitive, like you’d been rubbed raw inside and out. You padded into the kitchen in an oversized tee, arms crossed over your stomach like you were trying to hold yourself together.

The apartment was still. The hum of the fridge. The faint creak of floorboards underfoot. The way the light cut across the floor in stripes. You didn’t bother turning on music or the TV. Silence felt deserved.

You moved through the morning like muscle memory had taken over: toast in the toaster, egg cracked into the pan. The sizzle felt too loud in the stillness. Coffee brewed behind you, and the smell was grounding—dark, bitter, real. You wrapped your hands around your chipped constellation mug like it might warm more than your palms.

And there he was.

Auston.

The memory crashed into you, sudden and vivid. His hands. His mouth. The way he’d whispered your name like it meant something. The tension in his jaw before he kissed you. The way he looked at you like he didn’t just want you—he needed you. The hallway. The silence that followed. The taste of him still blooming on your lips like an aftershock.

You shook the thought off and forced yourself to eat. Tiny bites. A sip of coffee. Another. But you could still feel it—last night clinging to you like a second skin.

And then your phone buzzed again.

Mum calling…

You considered letting it ring out. But something told you that wouldn’t make anything easier, so you answered on the third ring.

“Hi, sweetheart!” she chirped, far too bright. The tone that always meant she was about to bulldoze through whatever objection you had lined up. “Just checking—do you want the roast, or should I do salmon instead? Auston strikes me as a roast man…”

“Mum,” you interrupted, already wincing. “We might need to… rain-check dinner.”

A beat. Then her voice sharpened with suspicion. “Rain check? Why?”

You exhaled slowly, setting your half-eaten toast down. “Things with Auston aren’t as great as they might seem. It’s… complicated.”

There was another pause. Longer this time.

“Oh,” she said finally. “So, what?”

“What do you mean so what?” you snapped, the words tumbling out too fast.

“I’m not cancelling dinner,” she said flatly. “Your siblings are finally coming. Do you know how rare that is?”

“Mum—”

“Don’t ‘Mum’ me. I’ve already cleaned the good glasses.”

You rubbed a hand down your face, eyes closed. “Can we just wait until this makes more sense?”

“Nonsense,” she replied. Her tone was calm. Cutting. Unyielding. “If he’s going to be in your life, he should be in our lives. And if he’s not? Well… then we’ll know, won’t we?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. The call just ended with a half-hearted “don’t stress the Yorkshire pudding,” though you both knew she already had.

Sink or swim. And you were already half under.

And not even two minutes later, another message appeared.

Stephanie: Hey, girl! Game tonight and the girls are going. You in? Also… you looked fucking hot last night.

You read it. Twice. A third time.

You wanted to say no. Wanted to crawl back into bed, bury yourself under the duvet, cry about things you weren’t supposed to feel. Put on a movie and forget. Let the world spin without you.

But something tugged. A thread that hadn’t snapped yet. Something small and stubborn and painfully alive.

You didn’t respond immediately.

You just stood frozen in the kitchen ten minutes later, one hand around your mug, the other bracing against the edge of the counter like it could keep you upright. The silence buzzed louder than any playlist could’ve. You were surrounded—by noise, by pressure, by people asking for answers you didn’t have. A mother who wouldn’t bend. Friends who were trying to understand. Stephanie, already halfway out the door in heels and a grin.

And then, the one you couldn’t pin down.

Your phone buzzed again.

Auston: You coming tonight?

The question was simple. Innocent, even. But the weight behind it pressed into your ribs like a thumb.

You stared.

You: not sure. Steph just asked.

His reply was instant.

Auston: Kay.

So simple. So casual.

But your fingers hovered over the screen. Your breath caught. Your heart did that flutter again—that impossible stutter that had nothing to do with PR deadlines and everything to do with the way his voice had broken last night. The way he’d touched you like he’d needed the confirmation that you were still his to reach for.

And maybe this wasn’t about optics anymore. Maybe it never had been.

Maybe this was just about you. And him. And the dangerous, unstoppable thing blooming between you despite everything it could ruin.

And maybe… just maybe… you weren’t ready to walk away.

Not if he wasn’t.

The media scrum was already forming by the time Auston stepped onto the familiar white Leafs logo in the centre of the dressing room. He moved like he always did—purposeful, confident, with the easy poise of someone who had been here before and knew exactly how to play the game.

Reporters had their phones raised, recorders clipped to lanyards, some already half-shouting questions as he approached the backdrop. He tugged on the collar of his quarter-zip, gave a subtle nod to the team’s media manager, and settled into position like a seasoned actor hitting his mark.

This part had always been the easiest.

He liked the spotlight. Never said it aloud, but he did. He liked the control of it—the ritual. The way a question could be spun. The way he could shut it all down with a single smirk or shrug or “we’ll take it one game at a time.”

Today was no different. In fact, it was almost too quiet.

“Everyone’s looking forward to the game, Auston—feel like the chemistry’s starting to click again?”

“Can you talk about what’s been working so well on the power play?”

“Four wins within two weeks—what’s changed for the group?”

Nothing about you. Nothing about the photo. Nothing about the gala or the rumour mill or the very public, very dramatic week he’d just come out of.

Auston answered smoothly, firing off practiced lines without hesitation. Something about momentum. About the boys gelling. About staying focused.

Not one question veered off course.

The plan was working.

The Benchwarmer had done its job—redirected the public eye with just enough flair to turn chaos into curiosity. The media, once frothing at the mouth for personal drama, had backed off. No one wanted to be the one who poked the bear. Not when the Ice King had returned to form on the ice. Not when a single wrong question could get them frozen out.

Auston’s eyes scanned the group, already calculating the end of the session.

He liked this version of control.

But as he offered one final answer and stepped away from the microphones, something still tugged at him. A weight beneath the surface. A restlessness.

Because even if no one else was asking about you, even if the cameras weren’t zooming in anymore—he was still thinking about you. About the way you looked last night.

He shook it off. Tugged at his sleeve. Made his way toward the tunnel where the rink waited, quiet and cold.

The media hadn’t asked. But that didn’t mean the questions weren’t there. And right now, Auston had more of them than ever.

The lights inside the arena always felt different on Saturdays. Sharper. Hungrier. Like the whole building was conspiring to expose every flicker of emotion, every lingering glance, every thread pulled too tight. The electricity didn’t just buzz—it pulsed. And tonight, it felt like the walls themselves knew that secrets were sitting close to the glass.

You slid into your seat beside Stephanie in the players’ wives and girlfriends’ section, your movements smooth and automatic—like muscle memory had taken the wheel while your mind kept looping through the past twenty-four hours. You moved with quiet grace, the kind born of long practice: spine straight, ankle crossed, coat draped over your shoulders like soft armour. Your outfit was intentional—tailored jeans, a plum knit that hugged just enough, a glossed lip touched with defiance. Not for attention. For control.

Control was your anchor tonight. Not charm, not flirtation, not even the polished version of yourself you’d once wielded like a blade. Just poise. Just enough polish to say: I’m here. I belong. I’m not breaking.

Stephanie nudged you lightly in greeting, her smile easy and warm in that effortless way she had. Within seconds, she was chatting behind you—boots admired, weekend plans traded. The laughter that followed sparkled like champagne. It felt comforting.

And you had to admit—being around them felt natural. The girls. The partners. The inside jokes and quiet eyerolls. The practiced grace with which they moved through wins and losses, spotlight, and silence. Somewhere along the way, you’d found a rhythm with them. A softness. It didn’t erase the storm inside you, but it dulled the noise.

So, you smiled. You leaned in when someone cracked a joke. You nodded along to talk of spa days and travel plans. And for a moment—just a breath—it felt like you belonged.

Then the lights dimmed.

The crowd stirred, like the air had changed direction. The low murmur thickened into something denser. Charged.

And then—he appeared.

Auston fucking Matthews.

The way he emerged from the tunnel was almost cinematic. Helmet down, shoulders rolled back, body language casual in that way only born from absolute confidence. Stick resting in one hand like a sword he didn’t need to brandish to be feared. His stride purposeful, his gaze focused—but you knew him well enough to spot the shift. The way his jaw clenched a second too long. The flicker of his eyes mid-shift in momentum. The subtle tilt of his chin, searching.

And then he found you.

Just a glance. Brief. Surgical. But it cut clean.

You didn’t smile. You didn’t offer anything. You kept your lips soft, your expression unreadable.

And in return, he gave you the same. It was all part of the performance now. The grand illusion.

The game kicked off with that same intense pace that always came with rivalry nights. Leafs versus Oilers. A little extra tension in every check, every whistle. Each near miss elicited sharp gasps from the crowd, and you clapped when it was expected, leaned into Stephanie’s shoulder when she let out a half-laugh, half-groan after a puck clanged off the post. But your attention? It never really strayed.

Like always, Auston was magnetic on the ice—commanding the play with that effortless rhythm that made him impossible not to watch. There was a precision to his movement tonight that bordered on aggressive, but it wasn’t careless. It was sharp. Focused. Like the game had sunk under his skin and he was playing not just for points, but for something more.

Still, not once did he look up again. Not for almost two periods. Not until the second intermission.

He skated by the glass near your section with deliberate ease, his stick resting lazily against his shoulder, posture unbothered. And yet, when his eyes finally flicked up—just for the briefest moment—they landed on you like he’d been holding his breath the entire game. Like you were the exhale.

And for one suspended heartbeat, you saw it. Not the distant, calculated mask he wore for the world. Not the cool indifference you’d both agreed to perform. No, this glance was something molten. Heavy with everything you weren’t allowed to name.

And then it was gone.

Buried. Erased. Like it had never existed.

The third period came and went in a blur of adrenaline and tension, and when the final buzzer blared, signalling a narrow 4–3 win for the Leafs, the entire section erupted around you—clapping, cheering, standing. Stephanie let out a squeal, bouncing beside you with glee.

“God, I hate how nerve wracking a one-goal win is,” she said, eyes wide with a mix of stress and excitement.

You nodded, forced a smile—small but convincing—and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, not trusting your voice to say much more. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline of the crowd or just the echo of that look he’d given you, but your hands were trembling slightly where they gripped your coat.

And then Stephanie turned toward you with that knowing grin, like she already had the next move planned. “Come down with us?”

You blinked. “Where?”

“Locker room hallway. Just for a second before we head out. Everyone’ll be there and Micthy really wants to say hi.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then you surprisingly found yourself nodding, and followed her.

The hallways backstage was colder than you remembered—sterile and echoing, fluorescent light bouncing off too-clean floors. Players’ family members, friends, team staff and media techs milled about with the kind of casual buzz that always accompanied a win. The air was thick with sweat and body spray and the faint static of proximity to fame.

You kept your smile pleasant, your posture smooth. Exchanged hellos. Shook hands. Someone handed you a glass of sparkling water and you took it even though your stomach felt too tight to drink. You engaged in a brief chat with one of the MLSE community liaisons about the upcoming charity skate. You asked the right questions. You said the right things.

Right up until you didn’t. Because that’s when you heard it.

A voice you recognised immediately, even though it had only ever spoken to you in the most passive-aggressive tones. The brunette from yesterday morning in Auston’s doorway.

“I mean, come on. Why would he even bother with her?” she said, laughter simmering beneath her words like poison. “She’s… forgettable. Just some glorified assistant playing dress-up and craving a good fuck. Cute enough in daylight, I guess. But honestly? She’s just using him.”

The words landed like splinters—small, sharp, precise.

You didn’t move. Didn’t turn. But your entire spine pulled taut like a drawn wire, shoulders locking into place. A single glance to Stephanie confirmed that she’d heard it too. Her jaw clenched, but she stayed rooted beside you.

But then you heard another voice. Deeper. Closer. Sharper.

“Why do you have to be so mean?”

It was Auston. His voice didn’t rise, but somehow it silenced the entire hallway.

“Just because she’s actually kind,” he continued, each word slicing clean. “She’s smart, and she actually gives a shit about people. She shows up. She works her ass off. She’s funny. And she’s been through a lot of shit.”

You felt your breath catch—held it like a secret against your ribs.

“She’s not just a good fuck.” He let that line sit for a beat—long enough to stun. “She’s everything you’re not.”

The silence that followed was dense. Immoveable.

So, when you finally turned your head—slowly, carefully—your eyes found him immediately. Standing just past the doorway, one glove still on, hair damp and curling at the ends, cheeks flushed from effort and fury. His chest rose and fell in sharp exhales, but his eyes… they were soft. And locked entirely on you.

And for one long, staggering moment, it was just you and him in that hallway. Everything else—the brunette, the girls, the media staff still folding cords—faded into a blur of white noise.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. A moment suspended in glass.

And then, without another word, you turned back to Stephanie. Smiled. Said something light about traffic. Let your voice float above the tension like nothing had happened at all.

If you looked up the word mess in a dictionary, it might as well have come with a photo gallery of your face beside Auston’s, each of you frozen mid-glare, mid-glance, mid-smirk. Nobody knew what was going on anymore. Not the team. Not the coaches. Not even the women in the wives and girlfriends’ section who usually had everything figured out before it even happened.

Stephanie had stared at you with the same look a dog gives a squirrel crossing the street—confused, mildly betrayed, and a little worried you were about to do something reckless.

Because you didn’t fold into Auston’s arms after the win.

You didn’t beam with pride. Didn’t run into his orbit like some predictable PR storyline. You clapped. Smiled. Said something about traffic. And that was that.

But the confusion wasn’t theirs to untangle. It was yours. And his. And the tangle had only grown tighter with every move he’d made.

Because Auston didn’t play chess like a strategist. He moved with instincts.

First, he’d asked for space. Backed away just enough to make you question if he even remembered what the plan was anymore. Then—jealousy. Cold and sudden, when you’d been spotted with Ryan, and Auston had looked at you like you’d betrayed some silent oath.

Third move? A brunette. Beautiful. Model type. Seen leaving his condo the next morning, looking smug and satisfied like she knew the mess she’d walked into.

Fourth—cold again.

Fifth, he’d shown up and dropped the words in love like it meant something.

Sixth, he’d ruined you in a hallway. With just his mouth. Like he was trying to etch his name into every nerve ending you had.

Then he froze again. Like he hadn’t just shattered every part of your carefully constructed control.

And now tonight, he’d defended you like you were the only thing in the world worth protecting. His voice calm. Sharp and deadly. Like he meant every single syllable.

It was too much. Too inconsistent. Too everything.

And so, before you could let the night end, before you lost your nerve and let things slip back into the murky silence of maybe-later and we’ll-talk-soon, you sought him out.

The carpark was quiet, save for the low hum of a nearby floodlight and the occasional distant thud of equipment being loaded out. He was standing by his car all alone, half-lit, half-shadowed, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He looked up the second he heard your footsteps.

You stopped a few feet from him.

“We need to do something,” you said, your voice calm and steady. “Because this isn’t working. My mum still thinks you’re coming to dinner. She hasn’t caved.”

Auston exhaled, jaw tensing. “So, tell her I’m not.”

“That’s not the point,” you snapped. “The point is you keep doing this—One minute you want distance, the next you’re showing up talking about love and dropping to your knees like we’re… something.”

He crossed his arms. “And you? You haven’t exactly been consistent either. Besides, that was the point, right? For you and your career.”

You laughed once—low and bitter. “Oh, come on. You get to defend me in front of your fling like you’re my boyfriend and then go back to ignoring me? It’s not just about my career, Auston… it’s about me and how you treat me.”

His brows furrowed, but he didn’t speak.

“You act like you don’t care,” you continued, “about any of it. The media. The sex… I’ve given you parts of myself… I’ve trusted you. But you just act like you don’t give a fuck... and then you say things like falling in love. You give me a fucking orgasm in a hallway, and then you ghost me the next day like it didn’t happen.”

He flinched slightly at that.

You stepped forward, heart pounding. “And tonight… what the fuck was that? What am I supposed to do with that? You stood up for me like I mattered. And now you’re just standing here again—silent.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he finally said, voice low. Honest.

“Of course, you don’t,” you breathed, tired. “Because you only know how to speak when it’s about hockey. Or when you want to get a girl into bed.”

That one landed.

His lips parted slightly, like he might defend himself. But nothing came out.

You shook your head. “You want to know the worst part?”

He looked at you.

“I was actually starting to like you…”

“A post-game sighting. A locker room hallway turned battlefield.

Tonight’s Leafs win wasn’t the only headline—our Ice King made waves off the ice, too. Witnesses caught a tense exchange with the brunette (yes, the one last seen leaving his condo) and a not-so-subtle jab aimed at our Queen.

But what froze the hallway? The King’s reply.

Sharp. Unfiltered. And dare we say… protective.

Was it love or loyalty?

Matthews wasn’t alone—Marner, Nylander, and Rielly were all in view. No one interrupted. Though Mitch reportedly smirked like a man who already knows the ending.

So, we ask: was this chivalry… or checkmate? - The Benchwarmer”

The moment you stepped inside your apartment, you had to pause. Just breathe.

You shut the door behind you with a soft thud, pressing your back against it like it was the only thing keeping you upright. The weight of the night pressed down hard—your lashes still damp with fury, your fingers curled into your palms like they were trying to hold something back. The air in the room felt too still, like even the walls were holding their breath.

You tilted your head back against the wood, eyes fluttering shut as your heartbeat pounded behind your ribs like a second voice screaming through the silence.

Because one minute, you’d been arguing with Auston in the carpark—half-conversation, half-meltdown—and the next, his hands were gripping your waist and he’d pushed you back against his car like it was instinct. Like he couldn’t not touch you.

His mouth had crashed into yours—urgent, unrelenting—biting the words right out of your mouth before you could finish them. And you’d let him. At first.

You’d kissed him back like you needed it to survive. Like maybe it was the only way to finish the sentences that always got stuck between you. There had been teeth, heat, the scrape of his hand against your spine as he tried to pull you impossibly closer. Your hands had twisted in the collar of his coat before shoving hard at his chest.

“Don’t,” you’d snapped, breath ragged. “Don’t act like that fixes anything.”

He hadn’t listened. Not at first.

Instead, Auston had leaned in again, grabbing your wrist when you tried to turn away. You’d pushed back. He held his ground.

But you’d shoved harder. And that time, you’d broken free, and you walked away. You didn’t look back.

But now, standing here in the quiet of your apartment, your pulse still thundered like the fight was unfinished. Like it hadn’t really ended at all.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, your voice shaking as you finally peeled your coat from your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

But you barely had time to take a step further into your apartment before there was a knock. A single, deliberate knock making you freeze.

Slowly, you turn around like the air had thickened around your legs. You hesitated at the door, heart threatening to claw out of your chest as you opened it.

Auston.

He stood there without a word. No expression. No smirk. No flicker of anger or apology. His face was blank—cool, unreadable—the kind of calm that came just before a storm.

He didn’t say anything, and you didn’t either.

Not right away.

The silence between you crackled once more, electric and impossible to ignore. And when you didn’t shut the door… when you didn’t slam it in his face or tell him to piss off… he stepped forward. Into your space. Into your home. Into your line of fire.

You took a step back instinctively, heart tripping over itself.

The eye contact never broke.

He closed the door behind him, slow and sure, the soft click of the lock a sound that echoed far louder than it should have.

“Aus—” you tried, your voice catching halfway up your throat.

But he cut you off.

“Think you can play me like that?” he said, voice low and steady. Too calm. “Yell at me in a fucking parking lot, say your piece, and then just walk away like you won?”

You stared at him; throat tight. “I didn’t win anything. That wasn’t—”

“No,” he interrupted again, stepping closer, his presence eating up the space between you with unrelenting precision. “No more talking.”

Your breath hitched. He was close. So close you could smell the sweat still clinging to his skin beneath the faint hint of his cologne. So, close his energy was wrapping around you like a net—tangible, thick, impossible to escape.

You opened your mouth again, but nothing came out.

And that made Auston smile. Just the faintest twitch of his lips. Not smug. Not cruel. Just controlled.

He leaned in, slowly, his mouth brushing the edge of your ear, breath hot and unforgiving.

“Guess I need to remind you who’s in charge,” he murmured, making you shiver.

Because he wasn’t asking. He was stating.

Your heart stuttered as he pulled back, his eyes raking over your face with the kind of hunger that wasn’t just physical—it was emotional. Raw. Ravenous. He looked at you like he could see right through the mask, past the coat of control you’d worn all night, and into the core of whatever it was you were trying so desperately not to feel.

But still… he didn’t touch you. Not yet at least.

He just stood there—so close the heat radiating off his body made your skin tighten, so still it made your breath catch. Waiting. Watching. Letting the silence stretch like a thread between you, delicate and dangerous.

He was waiting for your next move.

For you to back down. To run. To say something sharp and sarcastic that might give you back the upper hand. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Your eyes flickered away for just a second, instinct kicking in to look anywhere but at him.

But he wasn’t having it.

Auston’s hand came up, not rough, but firm. He cupped your jaw, tilting your face back toward him with a kind of command that didn’t ask—it told.

“Look at me,” he said, low and steady.

You did.

“You wanted me to teach you about sex,” he continued, voice dark and even, like every word was laid with velvet and steel. “About pleasure. About what it means to actually feel something.”

He leaned in, just enough for your noses to almost touch.

“Well…” His eyes flicked to your mouth. “Here’s a lesson for you.”

Your breath hitched, lips parting, but before you could say anything—before you could even form the thought to speak—he kissed you.

Hard.

Not hesitant or questioning, but with intent. Like he’d made up his mind the moment you walked away in the carpark.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threaded through your hair as he tilted your face toward him, deepening the kiss until it stole every ounce of breath from your lungs. The other hand found your waist, pulling you in so tightly your chests collided, your curves fitting into the sharp lines of him like they’d been carved that way—like you were meant to bend around him.

Your fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt, not to pull him closer—he was already impossibly close—but just to hold on. To ground yourself against something solid. Because that was what he felt like. Solid. Unmovable. Unrelenting.

You didn’t know how long he kissed you like that—just that at some point, between the short gasps and the quiet, desperate noises leaving your throat, he started to walk you backward. And you let him.

You let him back you through the small corridor of your apartment, bumping into the edge of the couch, knocking your hip into the counter, never once breaking the kiss. You let him reach down, lift you by your thighs, and carry you toward your room like he already knew the way.

By the time your back hit the edge of the mattress, he wasn’t even winded. He looked at you like a man possessed—eyes dark, chest heaving just slightly, his own shirt half off, hair a mess from where you’d tugged it.

But he still wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He looked around briefly—calculating, focused—and then his eyes landed on the belt looped through his dress trousers. He pulled it free in one swift, fluid motion, the sound of leather sliding against fabric sharp in the quiet.

“Lie down,” he said, voice low and calm. “Arms above your head.”

You did.

Not because he asked. But because you wanted to.

He climbed onto the bed after you, trailing his fingers up your stomach as he pushed your shirt further until it bunched just above your eyes, soft cotton darkening your vision and exposing your body all at once. You were left in nothing but your lacy knickers, bare and waiting beneath him. Your arms extended above your head, and he took the belt and looped it around your wrists—firm but not cruel, enough to bind you, not break you.

“Keep them there,” he murmured.

And then—he began.

It started slow. Almost sweet. A brush of his lips against your hipbone, the trail of his fingers skimming down your ribs. Then his mouth—hot and wet and patient—moving across your stomach, your thighs, avoiding the places that ached the most with infuriating precision.

He teased you like he had all the time in the world. Like every moan from your lips was a victory. He kissed and nipped, tongue dragging across the edge of your panties, lips pressing against your inner thigh in a way that felt reverent and maddening.

“So, you didn’t like it when I turned you into a mess with just my mouth…” he whispered in a low growl.

When his fingers finally touched you—just the pad of one dragging over the damp lace—you whimpered, hips twitching upward.

But he didn’t give in. He pulled away.

Again.

And again.

“Fuck, Auston,” you gasped, tugging at your restraints instinctively, hips lifting in search of something—anything.

But he just chuckled darkly, eyes full of wicked amusement.

“You’re not ready yet,” he said, breath warm against your core. “Not until you ask.”

He slid your knickers off slowly, delicately, like unwrapping something too precious to rush. And then he looked up at you, mouth hovering just inches from where you needed him most.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice like gravel.

You squirmed. “You.”

He didn’t move.

“Tell me what you need.”

“You,” you whispered, breathless. “Please.”

A moment of silence.

“Good girl…” he murmured, and then he dove in.

His tongue was ruthless, confident, tracing over you with devastating precision. He mapped your body like he already knew the coordinates, like he’d studied every reaction and memorised each one. When you moaned his name, his grip on your thighs tightened. When you bucked your hips, he pinned them down, flattening his tongue and dragging it in tight, deliberate strokes until you were shaking.

And just when you were teetering on the edge—his fingers joined in.

The stretch, the pressure, the pace—it was almost too much. He worked you open slowly, carefully, coaxing every sound from your throat, every plea from your lips. He edged you with expert cruelty, pulling back each time you reached that cliff, only to bring you right back with his mouth and his hands and that dark, endless look in his eyes.

You begged. You swore. You writhed beneath him, wrists straining against the belt, head thrown back as wave after wave of pleasure built, crested, and then retreated just before you could tip over the edge.

He was playing you like a pawn—but he knew the board, and he knew the game. In just a matter of weeks, Auston had learned your body better than you knew it yourself. Every gasp. Every twitch. Every unspoken plea. He read you like strategy—like instinct.

He pulled back slowly, leaving you flushed and breathless, your body humming from the teasing, your chest rising and falling like you’d just run a marathon.

Without a word, he stood to undress completely—methodically, purposefully. The way he shed each layer felt deliberate, like he was shedding the tension too, the confusion, the noise. Just him now. Just you. Nothing else in the room but heat.

“You think you can be good for me?” he murmured, voice low and rough as he knelt back between your thighs, one hand stroking along his own length, slow and firm.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your mouth was open, but no words came.

He smirked, just a little—dark and knowing. “Mm. I think I need a little more than that.”

And then he slid your leg up, anchoring your ankle to his shoulder, his body pressing forward until you felt the weight of him aligned with you—poised, patient, inevitable.

He entered you slowly. Torturously slow. Like he wanted you to feel every inch, every inch of him reclaiming every inch of you.

Your breath caught as he pressed into you, inch by inch, his grip tightening just slightly on your thigh where it rested against his shoulder. There was nothing rushed about it—not in the way his hips moved, not in the way his eyes stayed locked on your face, watching every stutter of breath, every flicker of emotion.

It was unbearable. It was perfect.

The first full thrust made your back arch off the mattress, a low, involuntary sound tumbling from your throat. He was deep—so deep it felt like something inside you was being rewritten.

He held there for a moment. Let the weight of it settle. Let you feel him. All of him.

And then he moved.

He started slow—almost maddeningly so—like he was still studying you, testing the limits of what you could take. Each roll of his hips was deliberate, calculated, as though he was savouring the way your body reacted to him. The slight arch of your spine, the shallow gasp that slipped through your lips, the tremble in your thighs that betrayed just how badly you needed more.

But it didn’t last.

The composure frayed, the control slipped, and then he was moving—harder, faster—each thrust hitting deeper, rougher, more purposeful. It was like something cracked inside him. Some last thread of restraint unravelled, and in its place came this need. This hunger. He wasn’t just fucking you—he was claiming you. Showing you exactly what happened when you pushed him. When you walked away.

When you made him feel.

Still, there was nothing cruel in it. It wasn’t about hurting you—it was about making you feel everything. Every inch. Every intention. Every flicker of emotion he still didn’t have the words to say.

One of Auston’s hands slid up to your throat, his palm pressing lightly, thumb brushing the underside of your jaw in a gesture that was more grounding than it was dominant. The other roamed—up your thigh, grazing your hipbone, mapping the soft curve of your waist, until he settled just beneath your breasts, his fingers spread wide to anchor you beneath him.

The belt still held your wrists above your head, tight but not painful, leather biting faintly into your skin. Your shirt was bunched just high enough to obscure your vision, forcing you to feel everything else more acutely. The slick sound of skin on skin. The pant of his breath. The way his name tumbled out of your mouth like a vow and a curse in one.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your neck, his voice fraying at the edges. “You drive me fucking insane.”

You moaned in response, helpless beneath him, the tension inside you building so tightly it felt like your body might snap.

“You think I’m cold,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his rhythm slowed—just slightly, just enough to make you ache. “You think I don’t feel any of this.” His hips rolled into you hard, and you cried out—“does this feel fucking empty to you?”

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t even breathe properly.

“I see the way you look at me,” Auston grit out, voice rough and laced with something darker. “Like you want me and hate me all at once.”

His hand slid back up to your throat, tilting your face with gentle but firm insistence, even though the bunched fabric still blocked your sight. You couldn’t see him—but you felt him. Felt the heat of his breath, the intensity of his stare searing into you like a brand.

“You can’t fucking hide from me,” he growled.

Then suddenly, he pulled out.

You gasped at the loss, your body twitching from the emptiness, your thighs trembling. His hands let go of your throat and leg, lowering it from his shoulder as he leaned back—just far enough to watch the sight of you spread out, wrecked, and waiting. He inhaled sharply, gaze raking over you like you were something holy and ruined all at once.

“Look at you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “Such a fucking gorgeous mess.”

And then he was back—thrusting into you again, hard and sure, without hesitation. Your entire body jolted, a ragged sound tearing from your throat.

“This pussy,” he snarled against your ear, his rhythm brutal, “belongs to me.”

You sobbed his name, legs nearly giving out from beneath you as he moved with punishing purpose, one hand gripping your hip to hold you in place, the other slipping between your legs.

“Aus—” you cried. “I’m gonna—”

He stilled inside you instantly, pulling back just enough to make you sob again.

“You’re gonna come,” he growled, voice sharp, “when I say. Not before.”

A smack landed against your inner thigh—sharp, just enough to sting—and you gasped, pleasure and frustration knotting tight in your belly.

Then he fucked you again—harder, deeper—until the bed creaked beneath both of your weight, the air thick with ragged breaths and low curses. When his fingers circled your clit again, there was no more teasing. Just relentless pressure and perfect timing.

You were unravelling fast, every nerve ending alight.

“Are you close?” he rasped, barely holding on.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “Yes—God, yes—please—”

“Then come for me,” he commanded, the words like a spark against the tinder.

And you did.

You broke for him. Completely.

Your whole body arched, pleasure surging through your veins like wildfire. You called his name with a desperation that wasn’t just a simple release—it was a wave coming crashing over you.

Auston groaned, hips jerking once, twice—and then he pulled out, his body trembling as he jerked himself onto the skin of your lower stomach, coming undone above you.

He stayed there for a heartbeat longer—kneeling between your thighs, chest heaving, his head dipped low as though he needed a second to collect himself. The air between you was thick, pulsing with heat and something far more dangerous than lust.

His hands, which had just moments ago commanded and claimed you, softened as they moved to your wrists. Fingers steady, he untied the belt slowly.

He didn’t say a word.

Instead, he brought your hands to his mouth without a sound—kissed the inside of your left wrist first, slow, and steady, then moved to the right.

Your breath hitched, chest rising and falling unevenly, a rush of warmth stinging your throat as you tried to ground yourself in the silence.

You slid your shirt completely off and sat up slowly—still blinking away the blur from where the fabric had been tugged over your eyes. Your vision sharpened, found him in the low light.

He was watching you.

Not staring. Not inspecting. Just… watching.

You didn’t say anything. Neither did he.

Eventually, you stood and padded barefoot to the bathroom, the air still thick with heat and something unspoken. You cleaned yourself up in silence, running warm water over your hands, dabbing gently at your skin with a cloth. You caught your reflection in the mirror—hair messy, lips kiss-bruised, eyes tired but alert.

You barely recognised yourself. But not in a bad way.

When you stepped back into the bedroom, you found him lying there like it was the most natural thing in the world—stretched out in your sheets, bare from the waist up, one arm draped across the pillow where your head would go. His eyes found you instantly.

He had made himself comfortable. He hadn’t even asked permission. He didn’t need to.

You crawled back into bed without a word. Slid beneath the sheets and let your body settle into the space beside his. Close, but not touching.

Still, the quietly wrapped around you both like a second blanket—thick and tentative, but not heavy.

And then, in that gravel-soft voice of his, he spoke. Low.

“We’ll join the dinner tomorrow with your family.”

There was no question in it. No hesitation. Just a statement. A certainty.

You turned your head toward him, startled by the confidence in his tone.

He didn’t look at you when he said it. Just stared up at the ceiling like he already knew this was the next step. Like it had been coming all along.

You didn’t argue. Didn’t ask why or what this meant or how the hell you were supposed to explain it to your mother.

You just breathed. Slowly. Deeply. Then let your eyes close.

“Dearest Toronto Readers,

Moves have been made. Pieces shifted. The scoreboard may show a win, but this city knows better—this is the calm before the storm.

Our Queen arrived at Saturday’s game dressed not for show, but for war. Polished, poised, unreadable. She sat among the royals like she belonged there—because she does. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, but it didn’t need to. Presence is power, and last night, she made hers count.

And the King? He dominated. On the ice, yes—but off it, too. Not with charm, not with subtlety, but with something sharper: a defence so direct, so cutting, that the whole hallway seemed to still. A warning disguised as chivalry. A claim disguised as concern.

But was it love? Or something more dangerous—pride? Possession? A desire to maintain control of the narrative he once walked away from?

For now, the Queen holds her ground. But this isn’t the end—it’s a pause before the play resumes. And while the Ice King may have protected his Queen this time, we’re left wondering:

Is he back for good… or just buying time?

Every fairytale ends in fire or triumph, and black moves next.

Yours always,

The Benchwarmer”

#The Benchwarmer #inexperienced!reader x Auston #auston matthews fanfic #Toronto maple leafs fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl romance #nhl imagines

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cheemers-writing-archive · 4 months ago

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I'll Always Come Back to You (Phoenix Wright x reader)

in which Phoenix is overworking himself yet again and you won't stand for it anymore

Dating a lawyer wasn’t always the best. The abrupt phone calls interrupted much-needed alone time, the confidentiality of his work made small talk hard sometimes, and to your dismay, it seemed your boyfriend in particular took on every burden he came across.

You were reminded of these things as your phone rang during another dinner alone.

“Hello? Phoenix?”

“Hey, hon,” Phoenix’s clearly distraught voice said from the other end. “I’m probably going to pull an all-nighter tonight. Something really bad happened for my case, and I’m going to need to figure it out before court tomorrow.”

That work ethic is going to kill you one day, you think to yourself. “Do you need to talk about… wait, you can’t tell me anything.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Phoenix attempted a laugh. “I really need to get things sorted out on my end, for Maya’s sake.”

Maya. To say you were acquainted would be a severe understatement. That girl followed Phoenix around everywhere, and although you didn’t know the details, it was clear that she was in danger because of the case that Phoenix had taken. He was probably trying to carry the burden all by himself again, even though you told him you’d be happy to take some weight off his shoulders.

Finally, you sighed. “Phoenix, come home.”

“What?”

“You’re working yourself to the bone again,” you continued. “Come home and let me take care of you before you collapse in court from exhaustion.”

“But, Maya-”

“Would Maya want to see you like this?”

“You don’t even know what I look like right now.”

“I can make a pretty good guess.”

Silence.

You let out an exasperated huff. “Phoenix Wright, come eat a home-cooked meal and sleep in your own bed. If you can’t take care of yourself, how can you expect to take care of a client?”

“As if I want to take care of that prick.”

You held back a laugh. It was nice knowing that Phoenix could take off his filter when he was around you. “Then think of it as taking care of Maya,” you said.

More silence, and then a sigh. “Okay.”

“I’ll have dinner ready for you when you get back,” you finish, and then hang up. He’d better actually come home.

It was as soon as you were done cooking that you heard the front door unlocking. As it opened up, you were met with a worn-down Phoenix. His eyes had heavy bags, his hair was mussed and tangled, and his posture was so bad he looked about three inches shorter. You didn’t want to worry him even more, so you put on a smile and came up to him, placing a kiss on his scarily-low cheek.

“Good to see you, baby,” you said. “Get dinner while it’s hot.”

Despite his appearance, he still offered a warm smile to you before dragging himself to the kitchen.

Phoenix ate like a high school boy who just finished a sports game. His food was gone in mere minutes, his seconds and thirds following close behind. He barely gave you any time to brush his tangles out of his hair.

“So, Engarde’s a prick, huh?” you ask.

Phoenix scoffed. “You wouldn’t believe it. I’ve always been wary of celebrity personalities, but his is rotten to the core.” You tried not to pay attention to how Phoenix’s expression darkened when he talked about Engarde. Perhaps his client wasn’t the best choice for conversation.

“Man, your hair is a bird’s nest,” you say. “You need to take better care of it. I like those spikes, you know.”

You got a snort out of Phoenix from that comment, but his solemn expression didn’t go away. Poor guy, you thought.

It was almost like Phoenix read your thoughts, because he turned to you with a fake smile, saying, “I’m fine, love. This case is just a bit tough, that’s all.”

Nobody who looks like you do is “fine”, you said to yourself. Still, that wasn’t worth arguing over. You gave him a smile back, and patted his shoulders. “How about we head to bed? It’s almost midnight, and you have a big day tomorrow.”

Phoenix grunted as he got up from his chair. “I’ll get some sleep in a little bit,” he said. “I just need to work out some of the details in this case. You can go on to bed without me.”

Bullshit. He was trying to stay up all night anyway. Simply arguing with him wouldn’t work, and it wouldn’t be good for your relationship, either. There was only one way to get him to take care of himself.

“That’s okay. You stay up as long as you need to, but I’m going to stay up with you.”

You felt a little bit bad, guilt tripping him like this. Still, it was the only way to get him to go to bed. He could jeopardize his own health just fine, but you knew he wouldn’t want to jeopardize yours.

Phoenix continued to his desk. He really meant it, it seemed. Well, you meant it, too. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at your boyfriend as he gritted his teeth, clutching his hair that you so lovingly untangled for him. He flipped through page after page, and when he was done, he went to the beginning and flipped through them again.

The task of staying up was grueling for you, too. Your eyes begged for you to close them, your head nodding up and down. Your eyesight began to blur, and it took more effort than usual to focus your gaze. Your limbs felt heavier, and your yawns became more frequent. Eventually, Phoenix looked over to you, his expression softening.

“I can see you starting to doze off,” he said. “I appreciate the gesture, but you don’t have to stay up with me.”

“I’m not doing this as a gesture,” you said. “I’m making sure you take care of yourself. If you want me to get good sleep, you’re going to have to get good sleep yourself.”

Phoenix clicked his tongue. He looked down at his papers, then back at you. You stifled a yawn.

“You won’t last long.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Phoenix went back to his work, and you forced yourself to stay awake. A few more minutes of rustling papers, and Phoenix hung his head low. “Fine. You win.”

You gave him a smile. “That’s good. I’m sure you’re more tired than I am.”

You watched as Phoenix turned off his desk lamp, climbing into bed with you. You positioned him so his face was buried in your neck as you combed through his hair with your fingers. There were already tangles in it again. You kept yourself awake until you could feel Phoenix’s body relax and truly drift off to sleep, then let your own eyes close as you went off to dreamland with him.

The next morning, you awoke with empty arms. You grunted, then stretched your arms out, slowly rising from your pillow. A familiar noise rung through your ears: the rustling of papers.

“You’re already working on the case again, huh?” you asked. You turned to look at Phoenix, who nodded in reply.

“I have to consider things from every angle. My mind feels refreshed now, so I can’t spare any of my brain power until this case is over. I’ll repay your kindness some other time, I promise.”

You gave a small smile. “You’ve done more than enough to deserve that kindness in the first place.” You got up from your bed, walking to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a quick breakfast.”

And so, your morning felt very similar to your night. You stood behind Phoenix, brushing his hair, as he ate breakfast with one hand and flipped through court records with the other. Eventually, he got up, and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’ve gotta go now,” he said, stuffing papers into his briefcase. “I love you.”

Right before he rushed out the door, you yelled, “Phoenix!”

He stopped, turning to look at you. His face was littered with crumbs and his tie was far too loose. You slowly approached him, grabbing his tie first.

“I love you, Phoenix,” you said. You pulled the tie up to his neckline. “Whatever happens in that trial today, I will still love you.” You grabbed a napkin nearby and wiped his face. “So you have to promise that you’ll let me take care of you if you need it, okay?”

For the first time since last night, Phoenix gave a genuine smile. “I promise. I promise I’ll come back to you.” He leaned in to give you a soft peck on the lips. “Always. Now, I’ve really got to go. I’ll be late if I wait around any longer.”

Your smile finally wasn’t forced. “Okay, okay. Good luck!”

And with that, Phoenix left, closing the door behind him.

#this one was SO FUN to write ehehe #phoenix wright x reader #ace attorney x reader

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oneshotnewbie · 2 years ago

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Marina x daughter!reader gets hurt during a soccer game. She’s obsessed with the sport lives and breathes it. So when she gets injured it’s her ACL( care ending injury)

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A painful outcry, which went through the marrow and bones of Carina and Maya´s body and drove a shiver down their backs, caused the doctor and the firefighter to run onto the field after a brief shock. Their daughter had clashed with her opponent, been knocked off her feet and thrown a few centimeters through the air.

After that, you hit the ground and your loud scream echoed across the soccer field. It was completely silent, the whistle sounding a break while not a sound could be heard from the fans. All eyes were on you on the floor, a small team of doctors already squatting with you, while you were writhing on the floor, your face contorted in pain.

All your fellow players, even the opponents, had gathered in a small circle around you and the doctors while Carina and Maya had pushed themselves through the crowd and got on their knees next to you. They talked to you softly and watched in shock as you held your knee frantically and it was already beginning to swell under your fingers.

"Hey baby. Stop moving, it is alright. We are here," the blonde said softly, staring down at you in shock. You seemed to despair of the pain, slightly opening your shiny, tearful eyes while you mumbled incoherent whines. You looked between your mothers before the brunette found her words. "What hurts? Can you tell me that?"

Without words and with a face turning red from pain, you pointed to your knee joint, which took on a bluish discoloration and on which the doctors were already touching around. Maya gently stroked your hair and rested her hand on your shoulder while trying to calm you down with soothing words. "The doctors are doing what they can, but you can expect that you will not be able to play today and we are going to the hospital instead."

"No! No. We have to win the game! I have to play,"

Your mothers gave you a slightly annoyed look and shook their head hastily. How could you think of winning a stupid game while lying on the floor in unnatural pain? "Bella, non c'è modo. You are injured and we will not allow your addiction to the game to cause further injury." it burst out on the Italian and you stared at her defeated.

Your mother was right and you could not persuade the two rock-hard women anyway - you could not play like that.

With a firm grip under your armpits, Maya had clawed you and pulled you up, Carina carefully supported your balance with two hands on your shoulder blades. "Can you put your foot down?" a small but nice question that made you say no when you tried to do so. "No, it hurts so terribly!" you replied whimpering and leaned on the blonde's shoulder.

"Ti portiamo in ospedale. Maya? Hospital. It is probably the anterior cruciate ligament, it needs treatment." nodding, she pulled you closer to her. With quick steps, you both walked and hobbled down the muddy path from the soccer field until you reached the Italian's parked Porsche.

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It had been two days since you were discharged from the hospital. As revealed by an X-ray, this was not just a simple injury, but a serious one that caused problems. Your mother was right and you really did destroy your anterior curciate ligament as a result of your accident and had to have surgery.

Now you were lying on the couch at home, your leg propped up on three pillows, while your favorite show was playing that you were not even paying attention to. Instead, you dwell on your thoughts.

Anything could have happened. Everything, but not that. It was the penultimate game of the season and now you had destroyed your knee in the decisive game for the final, which meant a four-month break for you. Now you could not attend such a big event and play for the cup.

"That is bewitched!" you shouted and slammed your fist angrily on the pillow that lay on your lower stomach. The blonde and brunette who had taken time off work to take care of you, quickly moving over to you and ignored the washing machine calling for them.

"Honey, what do you mean?" Carina whispered softly to you and gently ran her fingers through your hair. Tears wet your cheeks and you let out a soft sob, the pain brewing with the feeling of failure inside you. "I have failed."

"Hey, you did not fail. You are injured and that has nothing to do with failure. You will still get the trophy, I promise you that," the blonde continued the conversation and pressed a big kiss on your head, her hand softly touching your thigh and caressing it. Her voice was still a whisper.

A simple whisper that meant so much to you.

"But I let you down. You ran a 10,000 meter sprint with a sprained ankle and won the gold medal. And me? I just fell on the floor and now I have…this" you admitted, pointing to your braced knee. The last few weeks, the last few months have been so beautiful. Maya, Carina and you, were looking forward to your soccer game and had imagined what it would be like to celebrate your beaming face with the trophy in your hand.

But now everything had gone differently and you were lying here on the dreary couch and all hopes were destroyed.

Two horrified and deeply saddened faces exhaled loudly and were silent for a brief moment while they looked down dejectedly. You had no reason to compare yourself to Maya, you were unique in your own way and they hated that they could not take your worries away. "I beg you, Y/n.. you are not a failure." the Italian broke the silence and looked at you invitingly.

"Look at me little one," the blonde said cautiously, bending slightly over you and always looking into your eyes. You looked up at her questioningly, blue eyes boring into yours. "Neither Carina nor I are disappointed in you. Rather, we are happy that you did not injure yourself worse."

You nodded cautiously, holding back your words. The blonde smiled and got up from her seat before disappearing again. "Mom?" you called after her as she was about to disappear into the bathroom and she turned around questioningly. You held up the already heated ice pack. "Can you get me some new ice? It's starting to hurt again."

"An ice pack for the princess with extra painkillers and vanilla ice cream is coming right away!" she said curtly and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. A few minutes later she came back two her wive and you with all the things and sat down next to you again. "Now back off. We are going to watch a horror movie to distract you a little," she giggled, grabbing the remote control. With a little nudge on your nose, you pressed yourself to the blondes side and rested your head on her chest.

"Se metti un film horror e lo guardi con lei, sei una donna divorziata."

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somber-sapphic · 2 years ago

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35, 🥀, 🌷 with Maya x carina x reader where reader is really sick out of nowhere?? I’m so addicted to your fics atm haha

Better Tomorrow

My first Station 19 story!!

{may include unintentional spoilers}

Okay, wow, I got a little carried away. I had so much fun writing this but I figured that I could only fit so much into one post. I have more, I actually have probably two more parts of similar length, but I won't post it unless you guys want. - You loved your girlfriends and you loved your job. Unfortunately as a nurse, you were also on the front line during flu season. Lucky that you're dating a doctor and a firefighter. (marina x reader)

Word Count: 3810

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Perhaps being an ER Nurse wasn’t everyone's cup of tea, but you absolutely loved it. One of the best parts of your amazing job was that you got to work at Grey Sloan Memorial alongside some of the best doctors in the country and your beautiful girlfriend Carina Deluca.

And then there was Maya. Sweet, beautiful, uptight Maya. You loved the stubborn firefighter with everything you had and both you and Carina showered her with affection at every chance you got. The poor woman had so much unprocessed trauma, all the two of you wanted was to make her feel important, like someone cared.

Even still, there were days where it wasn’t great. She’d lash out, forget to eat and spend the whole day working out. The three of you had had a rough week. Maya was angry about station politics, Carina had lost a mother and you were on the receiving end of just about every flu case that came into the hospital. On top of dealing with all of the sick people, you also had to meditate at home.

Some people had shown up with minor colds, demanding treatment that they didn’t need. You’d seen several parents ordering you to give their children antibiotics, refusing to listen to you when you explained the difference between bacteria and viruses and why antibiotics won't cure their children's illness.

Now, it was Sunday and you were almost done with your 48 hour shift. You were supposed to have tomorrow off, but with everyone falling victim to this monster of a flu there was a good chance that you would be working for at least another twelve hours.

You were exhausted beyond belief and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing pressure in your sinuses and the dull ache in your bones. You were probably getting sick, well no, you were definitely getting sick, it was just a matter of how long you could keep it from affecting your work.

You sighed and took two Tylenol, swallowing them dry. A rumbling cough forced its way through your lips and you glanced at yourself in the mirror, studying your pale complexion. To be fair, you didn’t look great. What with the bags under your eyes and the slight reddish tinge on your cheeks and around your nostrils.

You grabbed a mask and slipped it on, just to be safe. You figured that you could probably get away with working for at least two more hours before someone noticed that you were too sick or you became a legitimate risk to the patients. Plus, since you were one of the few nurses left who could even hold a pen there was a good chance that as long as you sanitized and wore a mask that you would be allowed to work until you dropped.

When you reentered the ED you found a line of people, all waiting with impatient expressions. You sighed internally and forced a smile, pulling on a pair of gloves as you walked to the first bed. A woman sat there with her arms crossed over her chest, showing absolutely no signs of illness.

“Hello Ms. Hanford, what brings you in?” You rasped, clearing your throat quietly in a vain attempt to bring back your voice. She sneered at you and huffed quietly, rolling her eyes.

“I need a pregnancy test.” She demanded, giving you a thorough glare. You paused for a second, wondering if your seemingly cotton stuffed ears had heard her correctly. She came to the ER. For a pregnancy test. A pregnancy test that she could’ve purchased for less than ten dollars at any drugstore.

“Ms, we’re in the midst of a very severe flu season, it may be safer for you to purchase one from the grocery store.” You said tiredly, fully prepared to get snapped at. She had come for a pregnancy test and there was no way that she was leaving without one.

“I. Want. A. Test. Now. Don’t make me get your supervisor.” Ms. Hanford threatened, searching for someone who may be your superior. The nurse, Kayla, who had been running the ER had been sent home earlier, leaving one attending or another to check in on you every so often.

“Okay.” You sighed, too tired to put up much of a fight. You went and grabbed a urine sample cup and walked back to her bedside, smiling so wide that you were sure that it would be seen in your eyes.

“If you would just take this over to the bathroom and provide me with a urine sample we can get that pregnancy test done.” Ms. Hanford scoffed loudly and shook her head, checking her watch as if to make you upset. You were already upset, but it wasn’t something that you could show. It was your job to be stoic and professional.

“Are you serious? I could have gotten that kind of test at the store and I wouldn't be in here among all of you sick people! No see, I want a blood test.” She was repeating your words from earlier, turning them on you to make you feel less than. You took a careful breath which spurred a fit of coughing. You whirled away from the woman and muffled coughs into your shoulder, your chest aching with each wheezing breath.

When you turned back, your eyes watery and nose running freely in your mask, the woman was wearing an absolutely disgusted expression.

“Get me someone different. I need a different nurse. Get out, get someone new.” She ordered, pointing towards the nurses station. The empty nurses station. Because everyone was busy. Because everyone was dealing with someone sick. Or hurt. Or otherwise miserable.

“Ms., I can't. If there were anyone else I would, but right now we’re very short staffed. Would you like the test or not?” You asked shortly. It was your job to be professional, not to be kind. Technically you didn’t even have to be polite, you just had to treat her.

“Get a doctor then! Look, there’s one! Dr! Dr., you need to take over here, this nurse is absolutely incompetent.” You looked over to see Amelia walking towards the two of you, a concerned expression on her face.

“What seems to be the issue over here?” She asked, giving the woman a little nod. You knew that as long as Ms. Hanford was polite to Amelia that she would get what she wanted. Being rude to you was however a pretty big mistake. The female neurosurgeon happened to really like you and often treated you like a sister.

“This nurse,” She spat, using the most demeaning tone as she shot daggers at you, “came into work sick and thinks that she is going to take my blood! Would you please take my blood?” Her voice changed from hate to sweet and sugary, with an over exaggerated smile.

“Ah, so rather than going to purchase a test at, I don’t know, the Walgreens right down the street maybe, you decided to come into a hospital, which sometimes has sick people, and yell at one of my nurses?” Ameila returned the smile, her eyes filled with pointed anger. You ducked your head into your shoulder and sneezed quietly, only serving to make your mask even messier.

The brunette turned back and gave you a sad smile, gesturing you over to a bed.

“Go sit. Ms. Hanford is going to wait until someone else is ready.” She ordered, squeezing your shoulder gently. Ms. Hanford was trying to yell at Amelia, but she wasnt hearing any of it. She was literally just ignoring the angry woman.

“I’ve got some paperwork to wrap up before my shift is over.” You mumbled, turning to shuffle away.

“I’ll call Carina!” She threatened after you, earning a little shrug in return. Your girlfriend was busy, she was always busy with one birth or another. People just kept having babies. You slunk into an office and plopped yourself down into a chair, pulling out a patient file.

After about five minutes the words on the page began to blur together, the sentences becoming totally unrecognizable. As you continued to struggle through the file your writing got more and more sloppy and your eyelids began to slip closed. Your head started to fall and you finally put it down, resigning yourself to sleep.

“Y/n. Wake up bubba.” A voice spoke, pulling you out of your fever dazed sleep. Someone, the owner of the voice, shook your shoulder and you forced your eyes open so that you could glare up at Amelia, who had woken you up. You opened her mouth to complain and sneezed wetly, only then realizing that you had neglected to take your mask off before falling asleep.

Shepard winced and wrinkled her nose at the sound, pulling away from you. You coughed freely, figuring that since it was still on, it didn’t really matter. The neurosurgeon gave you a sympathetic smile and grabbed some hand sanitizer.

“Come on germ bag, sit up. I’m going to give you a quick exam before Carina finishes with the mom upstairs.” You lifted your head, forcing yourself up into a sitting position. That much movement made your head swim and you found yourself falling too far to the side. Amelia grabbed your shoulders and steadied you, her lips turning into a little frown.

“Take your mask off.” She instructed, motioning to her face with blue latex gloved hands. You shook your head, embarrassment flooding through you. There was no way that you were taking it off, you knew that it would be gross and she didn't need to see that. The brunette dropped her shoulders and sighed, giving you a look.

“Either you take it off, or I will. I promise you, I’ve seen worse.” Now it was deciding whether or not it was more embarrassing for her to take it off for you or for you to do it yourself.

“I don’t need you to do this. It’s allergies.” She snorted and broke into a laugh, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Wow, that was bad even for you. Take it off.” You slumped, but refused to take the mask off. It was both keeping her from getting sick and keeping you hidden. It was almost like you could pretend to be fine as long as it was there.

Amelia rolled her eyes and leaned forward, very gently unhooking the mask from your ears. She pulled it away and made a soft sound of concern, shaking her head slightly. She grabbed a tissue and handed it to you, allowing you to clean yourself up before she continued.

“You okay?” She asked, noticing the tears glittering in your eyes. You nodded silently and opened your mouth, allowing her to shine a light down your throat. “Ouch.” The brunette murmured, removing her stethoscope so that she could check your lungs.

You did your best to take the deep breaths that she requested but every one led to a coughing fit that left you gasping and wheezing. It was just your luck that Carina burst into the office while you were in the midst of a particularly harsh fit, bent over with Amelia rubbing your back.

“Cara,” She whispered sadly, coming to kneel in front of the chair. She rubbed your knuckles as you fought to catch your breath, offering much needed comfort. You finally got a deep breath and the spots cleared from your eyes, leaving you dizzy and utterly exhausted.

“I want to give her a nebulizer treatment before you take her home, her lungs sound like crap.” Amelia explained, directing her words toward your worried girlfriend. She nodded, squeezing your hand as a sign of affection.

“I don’t want it.” You muttered, trying your best to keep the waver out of your voice. You really didn’t want the treatment, you didn't want any medicine. Cough syrup might be nice, but the nebulizer was famous for making people jittery and all you wanted to do was sleep.

“You don’t get a say. If you had told Maya or I that you were sick maybe we could have avoided this.” Carina hissed, giving you a deadly glare. You knew that she loved you but she was also angry with your lack of self preservation.

“Please.” You sniffled, sounding admittedly pathetic. Her expression softened and she leaned over to kiss your forehead, resting her lips there a moment longer than necessary.

“How high is her fever?” The Italian woman asked, making a worried noise when you dropped your head down onto her shoulder. If you were going to give into being sick you would be given attention. You really just wanted to be held.

“103.5, I’ll throw an IV in with fluids and we’ll see what we can do to get it down.” Carina nodded your approval but you whined quietly, slightly afraid of the idea of getting an IV. You had absolutely no problems administering them, you were actually amazing at giving them but you didn’t love needles.

“Alright. Come on bella, I’ll call Maya okay?” You shook your head as Amelia helped you stand, leaning heavily on her for support.

“No Maya, she’s working.” You mumbled, stumbling forward as you tried to take a step. Your body completely gave out and you crumpled into Carina’s arms, your head bouncing off of her chest as she caught you. Both women cursed, Amelia slightly louder than your girlfriend.

“Amelia, get a wheelchair. Y/n, can you hear me?” Her words were filled with desperation and anxiety as she helped you back into the chair, cupping your cheeks in her incredibly soft, sturdy hands.

“Mhm.” You weren’t unconscious, just weak and wondering how you had gone downhill so quickly. At least she was there, she was warm and made you feel fuzzy inside. You loved her so much. She carded her fingers through your hair and smiled warmly, her eyes full of remorse.

You ducked away and coughed hard into your lap, finally managing to get some of the crap out of your lungs. Unfortunately it was now in your mouth which felt absolutely disgusting. Carina pressed a tissue against your lips and allowed you to spit it out, caressing your arm as you placed your head back on her shoulder.

“Alright kid, hop in, you’ve got a ride.” Amelia announced, using that stupid nickname. You weren’t even sure why she called you that, it didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but since she discovered that you didn’t like it it had become one of her favorite things to call you.

“Ready?” Carina asked softly, raising an eyebrow at you. You didn't answer, just shrugged and allowed her to help you into the chair. You leaned back as the neurosurgeon wheeled you out of the office and over to an open bed which you crawled into gratefully. It felt nice to lay down even if it was in an uncomfortable hospital bed with only a curtain separating you from other patients.

“Okay Y/n, let's get you set up.” Amelia said, lifting up an oxygen mask that you knew would soon pump medicated air. Carian took it away from her and slid it over your face, carefully adjusting the strap behind your head. She didn't want anyone else to treat you, her protective urge flaring up.

The other doctor didn't protest, knowing that she was probably frightened for you. The last time Meredith had gotten sick she had gone definitely overboard. She stuffed her sister with every medicine that she could think of and had quite literally forbade the woman from getting out of bed. Doctors would go to unnecessary extremes when it came to taking care of the people they loved.

“Quick poke.” Before you could protest Amelia had slipped an IV into your hand. You glared at her and scooched closer to Carina, wishing that the mask wasn’t in the way. She wrapped an arm around your waist and hugged you to her chest, speaking to you in quiet Italian. You couldn’t understand the words but it didn’t matter. Her voice was soothing and the medications being pumped into your body were making you feel a little bit better.

“Y/n!” You jolted out of your comfortable daze and looked up to see Maya walking over, her hair frizzy and piercing eyes full of worry. Carina shushed her as she rushed over, immediately grabbing your face so she could touch your forehead and the back of your neck.

When she pulled away she was wearing the same look of disappointment that your other girlfriend had earlier, her eyebrows knit together and lips turned into a frown.

“Damnit, every time. Do you need to do this every time?” As much as you hated to admit it, the blonde had a point. You tended to do this, work yourself to the brink of exhaustion and then require some sort of intervention whether it be from them or the obvious current situation.

Tears filled your eyes and you looked away, not wanting her to see how guilty you felt. You had pulled both of your girlfriends away from work saving lives to sit by your side as you dealt with a stupid virus.

Maya let out a slow breath as she realized how her words had come out and nudged your arm, pushing you just enough that she could sit on the bed.

“Let's get this off.” She said softly, easing the mask off of your face. The round of aerosolized steroids was done and your chest didn’t hurt quite as much. The blonde glanced over at Carina, a puzzled expression on her face.

“How bad is she?” Maya asked, clearly not trusting your judgment on the situation. The doctor shrugged, moving her hand in a so-so way.

“She is bad. Hopefully the nebulizer will take care of her lungs for a while but it may not last. I will write her a prescription for an albuterol inhaler. Once the IV bag finishes we can bring her home.” Carina explained, seeming to know more about your medical information than you did. At least they weren’t taking any blood.

“So about a half hour?” Maya looked down at her Apple watch, stroking your hair absently with one hand.

“Si.” You looked back over at Carina who smiled and kissed your hairline. Tears filled your eyes and you sniffled pathetically, not really wanting to talk. Your throat hurt badly, so much that every breath grated against the raw flesh.

“Scoot over for me.” Maya instructed, nudging you with her elbow. You didn't exactly understand what was happening or why she wanted you to move. All you wanted was to cry. The medicine had made it easier to breathe but your entire body still ached.

“Oh Y/n, come here.” She lay down in the bed beside you, fitting herself nicely on the cot beside you. You tucked your head under her chin, trembling as you tried not to sob. It was humiliating, you were a nurse who was crying because of the flu. Carina tried to lay on your other side, but there wasn’t much room left.

You whimpered into Maya’s shirt, shaking hard as the tears finally began to spill down your cheeks. The blonde carded her fingers through your hair, shushing you as you cried. Carina went back to speaking to you in Italian, both exchanging glances over your weak frame.

You weren't sure how long it was when you felt the tell tale prickle reappearing in your sinuses. You tried to pull back from Maya, not wanting to sneeze on her, but the woman reacted a moment too late. Maybe she had thought that you were just shifting or she was just tired from what was probably a long shift and she was laying with you.

You attempted to curl up as best as you could, intending to stifle the sneeze against your own chest, hoping that it wouldn’t be very wet. You sneezed quietly, but another, much louder one followed, sounding worse than the first one. Both of you froze for a second and Carina cooed softly, not seeming to entirely realize your distress.

You pulled back and pressed your hands over your nose, sitting up quickly, fully expecting her to berate you for sneezing on her. She didn’t even glance at the wet spot on her shirt, just grabbed a tissue and tried to hand it to you.

“I’m sorry!” You gasped, your words blurred by congestion. You sniffled hard, trying to fix the issue without accepting her help.

“Oh baby, no, don’t apologize. You’re sick, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this sick. You get a pass.” Carina nodded her agreement and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Blow your nose bella, no more sniffling. Your IV is finished, once you blow your nose I will text Ameila and then we can go home. Does that not sound good?” The brunette coaxed, her voice full of love. You had made up your mind to take the tissue when you sneezed again, into your hands, and then sneezed twice more. Ugh. Damnit.

Maya wrinkled her nose in an apologetic manner, the lines on her forehead becoming more prominent. Carina rubbed your back and kissed your shoulder, both of them offering incredible loving sympathy.

You took the fucking tissue from the blondes clutches and quickly lifted it to your face, blowing your nose quietly as you did. She handed you another one to clean your hands and then Carina gave you some hand sanitizer.

“I wanna go home.” You rasped, finally speaking again. Both women smiled and each gave you a kiss on your head. Maya got up and held one of your hands, reaching for the other as you swung your legs over the bed and let your feet touch the floor.

Carina grabbed your waist as you stood, holding you there until you were sure that you would pass out. Sure you were dizzy, but with some help you were sure that you could get out to the car.

“All set?” Maya asked, shifting so that she had taken your Italian girlfriend's place with her arm around your waist, supporting you from the side. You nodded while Carina grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder before draping your coat over your shoulders.

“Come along Y/n/n. Let's get you into bed.” The brunette said softly, walking slightly in front of you. She had your bag too and you couldn’t help but wonder when she’d grabbed it.

With the help of your girlfriends you shuffled out to the car, hoping that you would feel better tomorrow. Afterall, you were one of the last nurses standing.

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 32 (Final Chapter).

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Daddy Kink, Degradation, Hand Job, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Pregnant Sex, Unprotected Sex, Riding, Begging, Praise, Spanking

A/N: This is the FINAL, FINAL chapter.... Wah, can you believe it? This is so crazy! I'm so so happy that everyone has enjoyed Third Wheeling so much! Thank you to my forevers @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna for being behind me on everything about this series

The sharp whistle that Yoongi chirps, bleeds through the living room of the mansion.

His two year old son turns to him with round, curious eyes. His small hand is outstretched trying to pick up the million dollar vase you have on display on the coffee table.

"What're you doing, my little troublemaker?" Yoongi murmurs, wrapping his arms around his son and throwing him up in the air.

Honggi squeals loudly, curling his arms around his father's neck like needy vines.

"Maya, please move that vase before Y/N has a fit." Yoongi whispers to the woman he's always admired.

"Yes, Sir." she giggles.

"Dada," Honggi squeals into his neck and Yoongi's heart clenches at the sound.

"Yes, bud?" he inquires, tilting his head to look down at his son.

"Hungry." his son breathes.

"Mommy's making food, let's go see." Yoongi chirps, running his large hand over his son's small back.

Taking in the new mansion, Yoongi is really happy with it.

He didn't bring over a special architect from Greece, he didn't fawn over the marble this time around. He let you pick the house.

And like always, you're incredible.

The house isn't particularly gaudy like the last one which he shared with his ex-wife. It's warm wooden interior and gray and white furnishings scream home. And that's what Yoongi always needed -- a home.

Although, anywhere with you is home, he's noticed.

The wings that spread out far and wide throughout the house have pieces of art that make Yoongi feel comforted and he's astounded everyday by how thoughtful you are.

"Mama!" Honggi screams and it rips your husband out of his daydream.

"Uh oh, here comes trouble." you sing, slinging your towel over your shoulder.

You extend your arms over the quartz island for your son and Yoongi is incredibly cautious.

"Be careful, please," he begs.

You give him a sweet nod, accepting your son into your arms and Honggi leans over the pot curiously.

"Cow?" he asks and you snort loudly.

"Yes, beef." you reply, wiping his chin with your thumb.

"B-Beef," he repeats and Yoongi beams.

Honggi isn't one to stay in anyone's arms for long, despite how much he adored being held as a newborn. He wriggles almost immediately to get down and Yoongi takes a sharp breath between his teeth cautiously.

"Watch mommy's belly, please." he yelps, setting your son on the floor.

"Jesus," he bleats, kissing your cheek.

"It's okay," you promise him, bending down to fix your son's black hair.

Honggi hugs your neck tightly, kissing your cheek so sweetly that it turns you into a puddle of love.

"What should we name your brother and sister?" Yoongi inquires of your son as he leans both elbows down on the island.

He pops a grape in his mouth, looking at his kid expectantly.

"Pororo... Poby!" Honggi giggles, swaying back and forth.

"Oh yeah, good idea! We can name them after penguins!" Yoongi teases, giving his son a grape.

"Poby is a polar bear." you inform him, stirring the stew.

"Yeah daddy! Bear!" Honggi scoffs, tugging on Yoongi's pants playfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry daddy doesn't know what anthropomorphic animals his son watches while he's at work." your husband murmurs.

"An-Anth-Anthr… Animals!" Honggi gasps and you laugh gently.

Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, allowing the comfort of being surrounded by his family to enrapture him.

He steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you and your growing stomach.

"I missed you today, little dove." he breathes, kissing your temple.

"You miss me everyday," you state, turning around in his grasp.

"That's true. Because I love you." he coos, pushing some hair back behind your ear.

"I love you too," you giggle, accepting the kiss he gives you.

Since Yoongi became a father he's learned so many things like patience and showing love to his child, the likes of which his younger self never got to see. He wants to give his family the entire world if he can, he wants to give all of you everything you could possibly desire because it was so terribly lacking when he was a kid.

"Dinner isn't going to be ready for a bit." you tell your family.

"But I'm hungry now!" Honggi cries, throwing his head back in a dramatic two year old fashion that both of his parent's laugh at.

"Okay. We'll have yogurt and go play with the Gaesu until Mommy is done cooking." Yoongi announces, picking up his son and slinging him over his shoulder.

"I love you mommy!" Honggi squeals.

"I love you too, bub." you reply, kissing his forehead.

"Give mommy's belly a kiss before we go." your husband instructs, patting his son's backside.

Honggi kisses your growing stomach and you can only snort at your husband's silliness.

"Okay. Now dada!" your son says, clapping.

The CEO kisses your stomach and then your forehead.

"You're gonna wrinkle your suit." you chide him, leaning back against the counter.

"So worth it." he retorts, giving you a gummy smile.

Two years have flown by in the blink of an eye.

There has, of course, been hard work that's been poured into your marriage whether it be for Honggi or just to be able to spend time together but the honeymoon phase has never truly died down.

You bask in each other's company like lizards under the hot sun.

You thrive when you're both together.

It's fate, really.

"He's asleep," Yoongi announces, stepping into your bedroom.

"Oh, nice. It only took two hours instead of three like yesterday." you know you sound sarcastic but it's really true. Honggi never seems to be able to sleep when he needs to, he's hyperactive in waves and thoroughly enjoys spending time with his father.

"Well tonight we read the big bad wolf and then he got scared so I had to calm him down and stay with him until he finally fell asleep." your husband rambles, peeling off his clothes.

You hum in agreement, sitting up gently.

Yoongi's tattoo of the large family tree on his bicep seems to shine in the dull lights of the room and it makes a smile spread over your face.

"How are my other babies?" he inquires, laying down beside you on the bed.

It's no secret that you adored your son and it's no secret that Yoongi wanted you pregnant almost immediately after Honggi was born. He missed your big belly and the closeness it brought the both of you when you were pregnant. But after Honggi was born, your paintings were flying off the art exhibit walls like hot cakes and you needed time to create new works of art.

While your husband had his tantrums and gripes about it, he understood. Being pregnant is difficult and he knows that, so when you told him he had to wait, he begrudgingly accepted it.

Your art was on hold now, with over two hundred pieces out in the world at any given second, you decided to focus on family.

"They're okay," you promise, running your fingers through your hair.

You can remember when you found out you were pregnant again for the second time. All of your symptoms hit so much harder than the first pregnancy.

"Baby? We gotta go. We're gonna be late." Yoongi calls, peeking into the bathroom.

He didn't expect to find you heaving over the toilet but when he does, two things happen simultaneously. There's a sharp bout of worry and a thinner vein of excitement that spread through his bones.

"What's the matter, my dove? You feel sick?" he pouts, entering the bathroom to rub at your back.

You shiver gently, waving your hand to the large gray cabinets beneath your sinks.

"I'm not a mime, I'm sorry." your husband whispers, raising an eyebrow.

"Pr-Pregnancy test," you plead.

He could just about pass out and die from happiness from those two words.

"Really?! You think so?!" he beams, ripping open the doors and tearing open the cardboard box like some sort of rabid animal.

His hands are shaky when he gives you the test and he helps you off of your knees immediately.

His thumbs rub at the tile indentations on your kneecaps and like always he stares up at you like you hang the moon on a string for him each and every night.

"I'm sorry we're late." you whisper, blotting your mouth with toilet paper.

"This is way more important. Fuck that. Jeongguk can wait." Yoongi avows, watching you cap the pregnancy test.

"We probably aren't even going to make it there anyway," your husband breathes.

"Why not?" you inquire, standing up and smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

The CEO wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck. "Because if you are pregnant, I'm gonna have to do some celebratory stuff."

You laugh aloud, running your fingers over his arms. "Stuff like what?"

"Like eating your pretty pregnant pussy and fucking your pregnant cunt." he murmurs against your skin.

You shiver at his words, glancing down at the test.

You hope you are pregnant. There's something insane in women's brains which makes them forget just how painful childbirth is so they can always look forward to more.

But the euphoric feeling of having a baby is well worth the pain, that's something you'll always remember.

"God, I think you are pregnant." he hisses, running his hands over your sides.

"Why do you say that?" you ask, tilting your head to look at him.

"You just feel different in my hands."

"I think you're crazy," you retort with a laugh.

"Why?!" he gasps.

"Because you didn't say anything yesterday when we… y'know."

"When we fucked?" he goads, kissing you softly.

You hum in agreement against his lips and he snorts softly.

"You did feel warmer around me." he announces, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

"It should be ready." you inform him, both of your eyes glued to the face down stick.

"Go on, show me that my baby is in you." he urges, kissing your temple.

Your heart races and your fingers begin to shake as you flip over the stick.

Yoongi holds his breath and you find yourself doing the same.

When you flip it over, the plus sign screams at you and Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief.

Your husband groans happily, picking you up off the ground and spinning you around.

"Thank you baby, thank you!" he cheers.

When he sets you down on the ground, you can't help the thrilled giggle that seeps from you.

"Should we head out?" you ask your husband softly.

The scoff he gives only seems right. "Yeah, right. I have more important things to celebrate than a boxing match."

You can only squeal when he scoops you up bridal style.

Putting his head on your shoulder, your husband takes a deep, calming breath.

His fingertips dance over your distended skin and his lips traipse over your exposed collarbone.

"You're so gorgeous," he breathes, letting his eyes flutter shut.

The smirk that spreads over your face is goofy and flushed, sometimes you find it astounding that he can even be so sweet with you.

There's a tiny kick beneath his fingertips that makes his head lift off of your body.

"What are you up to in there, guys? Fighting or something?" he gawks, feeling another flurry of taps below his hand.

"They don't have enough room," you announce, lolling your head back to the pillow.

"Well, just four more months and you won't have to be cramped anymore." Yoongi promises, sliding down the bed to kiss your belly.

"We should sleep, we have plans for tomorrow."

"Caleb's first birthday party." Yoongi remembers, drifting his lips over your skin.

You nod in agreement, tucking your hand beneath your head to get comfy.

Your husband knows just how difficult it is for a woman with a set of twins inside of her to fall asleep and he's nothing if not doting.

"Lemme put my babies to sleep," he murmurs, sliding his fingers over the soft skin of your inner thighs.

It's fascinating how the Kisung CEO can make you feel as if black coffee pumps through your veins even when you're completely exhausted.

He watches you avidly, making sure this is something you're up for. When your nipples begin to pebble and strain under the flimsy nightgown that can barely contain your swollen flesh, Yoongi knows he's got the green light.

His eyelids lower with lustful intentions and the tip of his tongue glides slowly over his plump bottom lip.

He knows you're excited for anything and everything when your hips lift expectantly.

Clicking his teeth, he pushes your body back down to the bed. "Easy now, little dove. You should know who's in charge here, baby."

Your whimper sounds like the most earnest plea as it passes through your parted lips and Yoongi can feel his cock straining against his briefs for some semblance of relief.

He kisses at your clothed pussy, already feeling how sodden the material is getting in a matter of seconds.

It continues to astound him, two years in, how willing your body is for him.

"Daddy," you breathe softly, carding your fingers through his hair.

His hands caress whatever he can find whether it be your thighs, your belly, your breasts.

"Wet little slut for me." he murmurs, tugging your panties off with his teeth.

You're quick to discard your nightgown, wanting nothing more to be touched anywhere you can get it.

Your husband hums at the sight of your core, pussy lips puffy and swollen with greedy intentions and slick with arousal.

"There she is," he breathes, kissing over your belly.

Palming your breasts in hand, you understand why he's taking so long -- to drive you insane.

He wants euphoria and adrenaline to course through you like wildfire so when it ebbs away, you'll be completely exhausted.

"My beautiful dove." Yoongi professes, spreading your legs wider.

Your eyes are glued to his abs, the way the muscles contort and constrict with each shallow breath he breathes.

You can thank each and every god everyday for the man you're married to.

You know the hierarchy in this bedroom, it rarely ends up with you on top, but the temptation of his thick, hard cock straining against his Balenciaga briefs has you throwing all cares to the wind.

He hisses gently against your distended skin when you cup his long length with your hand.

Yoongi will be the first to admit that he's missed this. He's been sweet and caring, not wanting to trouble you for sex with you being as huge as you are. He knows two babies are way more difficult than just Honggi. But, he needs you. In every single way.

"Play nice, my dove." he chides you softly, kissing up your belly to your swollen breasts.

You don't heed his words, tugging down the band of his briefs and swallowing thickly when his large cock bobs in the air before smacking up to his toned honey stomach.

His eyes flutter shut at the feeling and you know you've neglected him for too long. His cock is throbbing and needy as sin, beads of precum endlessly spurting from the top and slowly traipsing down the head.

"Baby girl," he gasps when you pump his cock in hand.

Yoongi kisses over your puffy nipples, scoffing at the pleasure that vibrates through him with each jerk.

He coos softly when you bead milk for him and his eyes snap to yours. "You didn't tell me your milk came in."

"I-I didn't know," you chirp, pumping his cock harder.

He shivers then, wrapping his lips around your peaked nub and tugging softly. He groans happily at the distantly familiar taste of your milk and his needy hands grip and massage your thighs as he situates himself further between them.

"Daddy, fuck!" you cry out gently, arching your back.

The tip of your husband's tongue is quick against your sensitive skin and you can only whimper for more.

Your shaking thumb runs circles over the swollen, red mushroom head of his cock and he gasps above you, pressing his forehead into your breast.

"Ba-Baby, this is about you. Please," he begs, wrapping his hand around your wrist.

You give a smirk, feeling high and mighty at how quickly you can break him down to a mere lustful animal.

Your free hand rubs circles to your stomach and he can just about cum at the sight of you.

His cock throbs wildly and he forces your hand off of him with narrowed eyes. "Behave, little dove. I won't say it again."

You hide your smirk, laying back down for him.

He eyes you wearily for a second before continuing his dissent on your body. His fingers caress over your sodden lower lips and his name tumbles from your mouth with a quickness.

"You're messy." he prods, spreading your lips with his fingers and tapping your throbbing bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers.

Your body jolts, bottom lip tucking between your teeth.

God, you've missed this.

You've missed him doting on you so eagerly.

Yoongi continues to take his time, enjoying how your entrance clenches around nothing.

You're a needy little thing and you're all his. The way it should be.

"Daddy, please!" you beg, rubbing circles over your distended skin.

"What's wrong, beautiful? You're too much of a slut to enjoy this? You want gratification now?" he quips, lowering his head to your core.

You can't even see him over your belly and it drives you absolutely mad. You can feel the puffs of hot, needy breath that pass his lips but it does nothing but earn more dripping arousal from your center.

"Such a pretty pussy you have," he purrs, suckling your swollen lips.

You gasp loudly, screwing your eyes shut.

He plays with your entrance, swirling the tip of his index finger around it until your racking with sobs above him.

Yoongi presses the tip of his tongue to your throbbing clit and he groans gently at the feeling.

"Shhh, my dove. Daddy is going to take care of you, I promise." he avows, lapping at your nub with slow strokes.

It's so pleasurable, but it's not enough. You're on the precipice and he keeps you there for what feels like eternity.

"God! Daddy, please!" you beg, bunching your hands up in his hair and tugging.

He hums in fake confusion, adoring how your body shakes before him.

He's good at the long game.

He thrives in it.

When he slips two fingers inside of your slick cunt, you're about ready to burst but he pulls away from your core with a devilish smirk.

"My pregnant wife is so needy," he jeers, curling his fingers with ease to the soft patch of nerves within you.

Your chest constricts, heaving for breath. Your skin develops a thin sheen of sweat and you feel yourself possibly going insane within his grasp.

Picking his face up between the apex of your thighs, the sight of his soaked chin and cheeks hurdles you to the precipice.

"Wanna cum, need to cum!" you chant, cupping your belly while you grind yourself down onto his fingers.

"You hold it," he orders sweetly.

You can only scoff and the animalistic pride within you snaps.

You sit up, as quickly as you can, before pushing him down on the bed.

"Baby," he warns you, pulling his fingers from your heat and entering them into his mouth.

"I need it!" you whine, straddling him.

His hands immediately hold your hips to protect you from any imminent danger you might face. He goes to chide you but when your soaked cunt glides against his hard, thick length, he can only take a sharp breath between his teeth.

"I missed your cock Daddy, I missed it so much," you whine, rocking your hips.

"Oh Christ," he murmurs, gliding his hands from your hips to the globes of your ass.

With every rock of your hips, your clit thrums pleasantly at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding against the bundle of nerves.

Your shaky hands grip at your breasts, swiping your thumbs against your leaking nipples until your sobbing with pleasure.

"You're so gorgeous, fuck," Yoongi curses, enraptured with the sight above him.

Your eyebrows furrow and you're losing yourself in the pleasure as your mouth drops open.

His hands knead at the supple flesh of your backside before rearing back and spanking you with a fierceness that you adore.

"Yes, more!" you gasp, sitting up and positioning his cock at your entrance.

"You're a little cock slut, you know that?" he seethes, leaning up on his elbows to kiss at your belly.

"Your cock slut, Daddy. I'm yours," you whimper, slowly sitting down on his length.

His mouth opens at the euphoric feeling of your warm, wet cunt sliding down on him and he can only fall back to the bed with a heady thump.

"Shit," he breathes out, looking up at you like you give him the universe.

You do.

You give him everything and anything that exceeds his expectations.

You take a second to adjust to his length, preening as the head of his cock prods against your soft cervix.

"Good girl, little dove." he bleats, running his fingertips over your outer thighs.

Yoongi can see the way you swallow thickly and he can tell how fucked out you already are with your eyelids being as heavy as they are and pride blooms in his chest.

"Want you to suckle," you beg, palming your breasts.

He can only scoff at the arousing thought, he's up in a flash, minding your stomach. His lips pluck and suckle at your sensitive skin until you're shaking like a leaf under his ministrations.

"Your cock feels so big in my pussy, feels so good," you purr, rocking your hips.

He moans against your breast, gripping your hips with needy hands.

The rhythm you set as he suckles from you is slow but the impending orgasm you've been denied comes back in waves. The head of his cock taps against the sweet spot inside of you with each jolt of your hips and you're losing your grasp on reality.

"D-Daddy!" you gasp, letting your brain free of any thoughts besides just how pleasurable he feels inside of you.

"That's it, baby girl. Take it. Take what you need from me." he announces, laying back down.

Your hands push down on his chest as you begin to pick up speed and he can only cry out your name like a man possessed.

"Jesus, just like that, little dove. Fuck!" he curses, spanking the globes of your ass until your skin is smarting.

Then you feel the precipice again, you feel yourself teetering.

Your mouth opens to give a silent scream and your eyes well up with tears.

He coos softly, running his fingers through his hair as if the pleasure he's receiving is truly unbelievable.

You groan loudly, pressing your hands beneath your stomach. "I'm-I'm-"

"Cum for me, little dove. I can feel how badly your cunt wants to milk my cock. Cum." he orders and your gasp echoes throughout the room.

Your hands rub comforting circles to your stomach while your hips rock at an unfound speed.

"Yoongi!" you cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

Then -- euphoria.

Your orgasm explodes within you like a million shards of glass. With deafened ears and tear streaked cheeks, you don't even feel your husband lay you down on your back.

He fucks his cock so deeply inside of you that it brings you back to reality in waves.

"God, you look so beautiful taking what's yours, baby." he coos, sitting up.

You can only cry out gently when his strokes become erratic and deeper.

"You want me to cum inside you? You want to drip with me?" he inquires, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

You nod incessantly, spreading your legs wider when you feel his cock throb within you.

"Yeah? You want to be my little cum slut? Get so full of my cum when you're already pregnant with my babies?" he seethes through his teeth.

"Y-Yes, want to feel your cum so badly," you hiccup, running your hands over his chest.

His eyes screw shut when your hips meet his every stroke.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming. God, your cunt is incredible!" he whines.

His hips give one last thrust, burying himself as deeply as possible before the warmth of his cum floods through your battered core.

You hum happily, rubbing your belly.

"I love you," he whispers, bending down and planting a passionate kiss to your lips.

"I love you, too." you reply, hooking your hand around the back of his neck.

After cleaning you up and situating yourselves back to normal, Yoongi pulls your body to cuddle against his. His fingers drift over your bare back and he sighs happily.

You're out like a light in mere seconds when you finally get comfy and he can only chuckle at your shallow breaths.

His hand comes to rest beneath his head and he can't begin to express how lucky he feels.

His attention falters to your stomach when he feels a gentle prodding against his hip. He smirks, kissing the top of your forehead and closing his eyes.

"Mama!" Honggi screams and you know better now than to rush to him whenever he shouts for you.

"Yes, baby?" you call to him, fixing your earrings.

"Want to play with Yumi!" he calls, peeking into your bedroom.

"We're going to see Yumi now." you reply, turning to him.

Your eyebrow raises as you look at your husband's spitting image. "Where are your shoes?" you ask your two year old.

"Dada said I don't have to wear them!" he beams, rolling on the floor with your corgi.

"Oh yes you do, you're not going over to Aunt Leena's house with no shoes on." you reply.

When your husband steps into the doorway, he knows he's made a mistake. Just the look you give him makes him want to run and hide.

"What?" he bleats.

Min Yoongi is obsessed with giving his son whatever he wants. He's obsessed with spoiling him and sometimes you have to look like the bad guy.

"He needs to put on shoes." you tell your husband.

Both of your boys frown at you and it's almost so ridiculous that you can barely contain the eye roll.

"Why?" Honggi chirps.

When you place your hand on your stomach, Yoongi nods. "Mommy's right, you need to wear shoes."

He's quick to avoid chastisement today.

"But why, dada?" your son inquires.

You love the 'why' phase… when it's directed at your husband.

"Because your little feet are gonna be cold and because mommy said so. And what did I tell you about when mommy says something?" your husband whispers conspiratorially to your son.

"That you do it! Mama has two babies a-and mad isn't good for babies!" Honggi says, sticking up two small fingers.

You can only snort, shutting the bathroom light off and leaning against the door frame.

"That's right, bud. So let's get you some shoes."

When your husband goes to leave the room, he widens his eyes apologetically at you and you can't help but giggle.

"Silly," you mumble, grabbing your purse.

Caleb's first birthday is a huge deal.

You know how much work his mother put into it and you know that it needs to be over the top and perfect for her to be thriving and happy with the day's events.

"Miss Thing!" Leena gasps, throwing herself out of the door to hug you.

"Hi Beena," you giggle, wrapping your arms around her.

Taehyung is right behind her with a smile plastered on his face.

"Happy birthday Caleb!" you gasp, taking him from Taehyung's arms.

Yoongi kisses your best friend on the cheek before looking over at her one year old son.

"Hey buddy! Happy birthday!" your husband cheers, watching as Caleb tucks his face into your neck.

It's always astounding to see how much of a one eighty Leena has done when it comes to Taehyung and her family.

You remember how adamant she was on not getting pregnant and not getting married but then when you gave birth to Honggi -- she wanted that.

And you completely understood it.

Now that your best friend is married and having a family, you can see how content and happy she is. It's something you're really proud of.

"Everyone is in the backyard." Leena announces, fixing Caleb's small suit.

"Yumi?!" Honggi screeches, looking past Taehyung.

"Yeah, Yumi too." Leena's husband quips with a laugh.

Yoongi snorts, following after his son.

"Miss Thing, I have to tell you, I would have never in a million years thought we'd see him today." your best friend blurts, guiding you into her mansion.

"Who?" you inquire, handing Caleb back to his father.

Leena's hands clamp down on your shoulders and her eyes widen. "Jin."

"Shut the fuck up," you gasp, pulling her towards the backyard.

There are a multitude of people in the backyard but your eyes find his tall, handsome stature easily.

He's standing by the fountain with his wife by his side and he looks in his element.

It's been months since you've seen your other best friend.

You aren't really sure why he dropped off the face of the Earth. You know he's probably been busy, you all have been.

But you know Leena has taken it the hardest. Jin has always meant something deeply to her so when he didn't return phone calls or texts… you know it burned her.

It's almost as if he feels your eyes on him the way he turns to look at you.

He gives you a warm smile, immediately leaving his wife to make his way across the large backyard.

Yoongi notices how your eyes get glassy when he looks away from Honggi and Jimin's daughter, Yumi. "Jimin, watch him." he orders, leaving to comfort you.

Now, Yoongi doesn't hate Jin, by any means. He respects him and in all honesty, appreciates him for helping him in his dire time of need.

But the CEO will be damned if he doesn't coddle you, his pregnant wife, to his side when you're emotionally distraught.

Seokjin is wary when he sees your husband loop his hand around your hip protectively.

"Shhh," Yoongi coos, hearing your gentle sniffles.

Leena on the other hand, just folds her arms, widening her eyes expectantly at your best friend.

"Hey guys," he bleats, running his hand over the back of his neck.

"That's it? All we get is a 'hey guys' from you?" Leena scoffs.

Jin blushes furiously, cupping his whisky tighter in his hand. "What do you want me to say, Beena?"

"How about a sorry, Kim Seokjin? That'll be the start. Then you can veer off into how apologetic you are for pushing us into the background for her." Leena sneers, nodding her head to Sera.

You take in how nervous Jin is and you absolutely hate it. You hate how small he's making himself look.

"I am sorry." he agrees, grabbing for your hands.

"Maybe you guys should take this inside," Taehyung whispers, looking over the party guests who have stopped their conversations to look over at all of you.

Leena doesn't even give an answer, only trudging back into her mansion with narrowed eyes.

Taehyung clears his throat awkwardly, walking with his son towards Jimin and Anna.

"Do you want me to stay?" Yoongi inquires, brushing some hair back behind your ear.

You nod immediately, wanting the comfort of your husband with you.

"Alright, my love." he promises, kissing your temple.

Seokjin chases after Leena and you can only sigh at the impending yelling you're about to hear.

"Miss Thing, please sit." Leena gushes, pointing to the couch inside the library.

You take a seat, watching Jin wade back in forth nervously like he's waiting for a scolding.

"Did you know that Y/N is pregnant again? That she's having twins?" Leena spits.

"Yes, I did. I'm very happy for her and her husband." Seokjin replies, helping you sit down.

Yoongi pours himself a small glass of scotch, draping his arm over your shoulders.

"Do you fucking understand how sorely you've been missed?" Leena inquires to the handsome man as she sits down across from you.

Seokjin clears his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, I-I do."

"Then where have you been?" you prod, folding your arms.

Your best friend leans back against the large wooden desk. "Listen guys, I've missed you guys so deeply. I need you to know this, okay? I'm sorry that I've been absent from your kids and your lives. I've been dying to spend time with you all."

"Okay. Then where have you been?!" Leena yelps, repeating your question.

Jin takes a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut. "I've been trying to start my own family. It's not easy! I've been taking Sera all over the world to different doctors and hospitals to try and see why she can't get pregnant! I've been depressed and down on myself until recently. I'm fucking sorry I abandoned you guys but I needed time to heal my heart."

The news resounds in your ears and you cuddle closer to your husband who rubs your shoulder with his thumb soothingly.

The smugness is wiped off of Leena's face within a second.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she whispers softly.

Jin's fingers card through his hair and with a frustrated huff, he lolls his head back.

"Because it's…it's heartbreaking and not what I want to bring to the table when you guys have families and lives already. I don't want to burden you guys with my troubles." he mumbles, spinning his wedding band with his thumb.

You take a sharp breath between your teeth, standing with the help of your husband who urges you to be careful.

"Jin," you whisper, hugging him tightly.

He stiffens at your touch before wrapping his arms around you. He sobs gently, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"I did miss you guys, so much. I'm sorry," he cries loudly.

"You don't have to hide your feelings from us. You should feel comfortable to tell us anything and everything. I'm sorry if you didn't trust us enough with your worries." you murmur into his ear.

"No! I just… I was scared, I didn't want to trouble you both." he breathes, pulling away and cupping your face.

"Jinnie," Leena pouts, standing up and hugging the both of you.

"You're never a bother to us, don't ever think that." you coo, fixing his hair.

He takes a deep, calming breath, running his hands over your belly. "One of your kids is kicking me in the ribs." he mumbles.

You can only giggle, patting your eyes with a tissue.

"That's the least you deserve for not trusting us with your fears," Leena scolds him gently.

He nods, exhaling sharply until his cheeks are puffing out.

"So is she?" your best friend asks him.

"What?" he mumbles.

"Is she pregnant?" Leena inquires.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, tilting his head. "Something like that."

Your eyes drift slowly over the perfectly manicured lawn watching Honggi offer to share a toy truck with Yumi. His smile is the spitting image of Yoongi’s and it makes you sigh happily. You lean against the arm of the lawn chair, resting your hand against your cheek.

You can barely believe how happy you’ve become over the past two years.

Everything just falls into the right place, everything just fits like a perfect complete puzzle.

Honggi turns to you, flailing his hand wildly and you can only giggle. Waving back, your heart expands to the size of the universe.

Yoongi laughs at something loudly, drawing your attention. You watch him sling his arm over Taehyung’s shoulder and you can only snort at the sight.

You can remember when you never heard his laugh, you didn’t know what it sounded like for quite a while and then… once he began to laugh, it never seemed to end.

That’s something you revel in, your husband’s happiness is yours well.

It gives you great pride to see him beaming from ear to ear. And you don’t think it often but -- you got him here. You got him to this state of happiness.

It’s your best artwork, yet.

“Hey Y/N.”

You look away from your husband to the one person you’d never thought you’d speak to.

“Sera… hey,” you breathe, looking up at her flawless form.

“H-How are you?” she inquires, sipping her water nervously.

You haven’t seen here in two years. She looks good, that isn’t hard for her. Something about her seems calmer and more poised then when you knew her.

“Can I sit?” she asks gently, running her hand over the back of her neck.

“Please,” you insist, sitting up straighter.

You can feel eyes on you and you can only imagine who it is but you don’t dare look away from the actress before you.

While you weren’t her biggest fan, she’s made Jin happy over the past two years and you can’t fault her for that. He hasn’t loved anyone since Leena and you can see that his heart has bloomed since being with this woman.

“No drink?” you quip, pointing at her water.

“I thought, y’know, since my surrogate can’t drink then I shouldn’t either.” she shrugs.

You don’t know what to say if you’re being honest. It must be a sore subject…

“Yeah-” you breathe awkwardly.

“I’m not upset about it, we can talk about it.” she announces, putting her hand to your shoulder.

Sera in all the time you’ve known her has never touched you and you’re surprised at how normal it is, honestly.

“I’m sorry that you… y’know… you’ve had a difficult time.” you say honestly.

You can’t imagine how hard Sera and Jin have been trying, how many hospitals and specialists they’ve gone to, how much heartbreak they’ve gone through.

“At least I’m getting a baby at all, right? I always used to be so angry about the whole situation… Maybe that’s why I was so mean to you.” she admits, carding her fingers through her long, now blonde hair.

You hum thoughtfully, looking up at the dusky sky. “I mean it mustn't have been easy for you either. I came into Yoongi’s life and flipped it upside down. You were comfortable with the situation and I just spun things around like a top.”

“Well… yeah, true. But if you didn’t come into Yoongi’s life then I wouldn’t have been able to become a better person and find the person that’s right for me.” she avows, looking over at you.

Her words resound through you and your eyes widen just the slightest bit. She’s really different these days, huh?

“Well, I came over to say I’m sorry for treating you terribly the whole first time you were pregnant, it was in bad taste and I was so selfish back then that I couldn’t begin to understand how horrible that could be for you.”

“I accept your apology.” you reply, giving her a small smile.

She breathes a sigh of relief, letting her body go lax in the chair beside you. “Oh good, I was so nervous to talk to you. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack or something.” she gasps.

You find yourself giggling and she snorts softly.

“You’re kid is cute,” she comments, watching him run over to you.

“Thanks,” you whisper, widening your eyes at Honggi curiously as he stops in front of you.

“Mama!” he cheers, holding up his paint covered fingers.

“Yes, baby?” you murmur, pushing his hair back.

“I’m painter like you! Look!” he squeals, tugging your hand.

You look over at Sera apologetically, standing up to follow your son.

“It was nice to see you Sera, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” you call back to her.

She smiles warmly, giving you a gentle wave goodbye.

Jin could have done worse.

Lowering your head, you look at the picture that your son has painted. The fingerpaint is thick and blobbish but you can see a few distinct shapes that stick out to you.

You don’t say anything at first, letting him finish a few small details that he thinks are important. He gives you his gummy smile, seemingly proud of himself and it makes you smile too.

“It’s very nice, baby. I can see how much work you put into it.” you coo.

“It’s mama and dad, Honggi and baby!” he beams, picking up the picture which is almost too heavy for him with all the paint on it.

Your husband sweeps in beside you, planting a wet kiss to your cheek and taking the painting out of your hands.

“Mommy is having two babies, not just one.” Yoongi reminds him, pointing at your stomach.

Honggi nods fervently, opening and closing his small hands demanding the picture back from his father.

Your husband snorts gently, lowering the picture for his son. You can barely contain the ridiculous giggle that tries to escape you as he draws a black circle next the one already painted.

"Two!” he cheers, sticking up two of his paint covered fingers.

“Good job, bud.” Yoongi chuckles, kissing the top of his head.

“I saw that interaction. You okay?” your husband inquires softly into your ear.

You hum in agreement, wrapping your arm around his waist and laying your head down on his shoulder. “Better than okay,” you murmur, feeling his lips caress over the top of your head.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Yoongi inquires, pulling over the car.

You can’t help but laugh at his worried expression. “He’s fine,” you promise, putting your hand on his knee, “we can go out on a date without him around us all the time. Maya’s got it. Honggi loves her.”

He shuts off the engine, turning to you with a pout spread over his face. “I just miss him, I didn’t get to read him a bedtime story.”

Your heart is warm and you can’t help the giggle you give. “It’s our anniversary, besides it’s just for a few hours.”

He picks up your hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Happy anniversary, little dove.”

“Happy anniversary, babe.” you reply, with a smile.

The inside of Magic Shop is pristine like always, you’re so surprised that Jin has kept it exactly the same as two years ago. He always loved to change things up but you realize that he probably got so busy since you’ve last been here, he probably hasn’t had time for anything.

The music is quieter than normal and there isn’t a soul in the club. Which makes you understand immediately that Yoongi rented the whole place out.

“You shouldn’t have,” you hiss, giving Hyun a small wave.

“Of course I should have, you deserve the world, baby. Plus, loud music isn’t good for the babies,” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

Your eyes immediately land on the black velvet curtain and the memories of first meeting Yoongi flood through you like water.

“Thanks,” your husband murmurs, grabbing a whisky from Hyun.

When you pull back the curtain, you can only smile at the same leather booth from that fated day.

“Jesus, it even smells the same in here.” Yoongi breathes, running his fingers over the top of the couch.

This room holds so many memories for you but nothing beats the one with your husband.

“God, it’s like it was yesterday. I can still remember that black dress you were wearing,” your husband chirps, sitting down in the same spot he did two years ago.

He pats his lap, setting down his whisky onto the floor and you’re absolutely gobsmacked by how much this feels like dejavu.

“I’m a little big,” you murmur, sitting down slowly.

“Never, you’re gorgeous, little dove.” Yoongi coos, wrapping his arms around you.

His warm hands caress your practically bare thighs and when he looks at you, you can see the sheer love and devotion in his eyes.

“My little dove,” he breathes, drifting his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

You can remember just how smoking hot you thought this man was, how intrigued you were by him in an instant. You remember every single second of your time in this back room. You remember every minute of your days when you found out you were pregnant and how absolutely scared you were.

You can remember his good times and his bad when he was working out his feelings about you.

Nothing has left your mind and you treasure each and every memory -- because they make up who you are. They make up your life.

And it’s perfect. Because you have him.

“You were a good girl that I wanted to break so badly,” your husband announces, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Well… you did that,” you quip, humming when he presses his face to the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, little dove, really. Thank you so much for loving me and giving me such a wonderful family,” Yoongi gasps.

“Thank you for opening up to me and showing me that our love could blossom into something as perfect as this.” you reply, running your fingertips over his arms.

When he lifts his head, you can see how glassy his eyes are with tears.

“God, I love you, little dove.” he whimpers.

“I love you too.” you reply, kissing him softly.

His lips are plush and soft against yours and you can feel the tears that careen down his cheeks until they’re soaking into your skin. He’s so gentle with you, drifting his hands from your back to your distended stomach.

“My wife,” he chuckles, capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger, “my beautiful, gorgeous, powerful wife who has given me enough love to last eons. I love you so much, little dove, it hurts me.”

There are one hundred and fifty eight ways to say ‘I love you.’ And, they all pertain to Min Yoongi.

He’s a gentle soul and a loving husband that holds high standing with billions of people worldwide. He is sweet, wonderful and a perfect man at the end of the day. And now, everyone sees this side to him.

In the media he is praised and renowned for being a fantastic father and an equally fantastic husband. And to you, nothing could ever be more true,

It was March 23rd, when you saw him and met him. You tasted the finest of liquors and smelt the smoke of the richest Cuban cigars.

It was March 23rd when your life had truly begun.

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finnsgrin · 4 years ago

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Jasper Jordan - Soulmate AU

Jasper Jordan x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: immortalpramheda

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Word Count: 1,754

Published on: September 5th, 2020

TW: Broken bones

Spoilers: S2, S3

I hope you're all staying healthy and safe!!

xx - El

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♡Masterlist♡ Where the very first words your soulmate will say to you is tattooed on your wrist

Jasper Jordan

It probably wouldn't have worked out, anyway. That's what Jasper kept telling himself after Maya died in his arms. She wasn't his soulmate. The first words she spoke to him weren't tattooed in black ink on his pale wrist. That's what hurt the most. What if he never met his soulmate?

On the Ark, he always gushed to his parents about his soulmate, and repeated the words over and over again in his mind, imagining what your voice would sound like.

Would it be as beautiful as the wind chimes that he and Monty made? Or maybe it would be soothing like his mother's voice, when she sang to him when he was sick?

Sometimes, he would have conversations with you if the day was particularly stressful, or if something exciting had happened.

"What's on your mind?"

Those were the words tattooed on his wrist.

The answer was almost always the same.

"You..." Jasper whispered to his wrist on the walk back to Camp Jaha from Mount Weather, where he and the others had been rescued.

"You're on my mind. Are you okay? Where are you?" His voice broke at the end, and Monty, who was limping beside him, rested a hand comfortingly on his back.

"You'll find her, Jasper. She obviously isn't dead. If she were, the words would have been erased by now." Monty gently reminded him of what happened to the tattoo when your soulmate died.

"Easy for you to say. You've already found your Soulmate. So has Octavia. What if I never find her? It happens, Monty." Jaspers words were mumbled, and Monty sighed impatiently.

"We have more important things to worry about now, Jasper." Monty grumbled as he hurried to catch up to Harper who was up ahead.

Jasper furrowed his brows, and kicked at a pebble.

More important things? What was more important than knowing if someone you cared about was safe or not?

The wind rustled Jaspers hair, and he closed his eyes, taking in the gentle breeze. The cedar and pine were comforting. After being trapped in Mount Weather for what felt like forever, being outside felt incredible.

A butterfly with black wings and yellow tips fluttered around his head, and he extended his finger. The butterfly perched on his finger, and he smiled softly.

In this small moment, Jasper felt a linger of hope in his heart. The hope that after all he had been through, he would find you, and he would find you safe.

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"Welcome home." Monty whispered as the group stood outside Camp Jaha.

Everyone who could stand, just stood on the sodden ground for a moment, gazing in awe at the enormous Ark before them. They knew the Ark was big, but they didn't expect it to be this HUGE.

Some people broke into a run as they began the mad search for their loved ones. Others just stood there, taking in the structure before them.

Home.

Jasper thought to himself.

The word sounded strange.

Home.

He bit his lip, blinking back tears.

"Wherever my home is, it's with you." He choked out, a single tear splattering on his tattooed wrist.

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It had been three days, and there was still no sign of you.

Although he had absolutely zero clue of what to even look for, he still kept a sharp eye out for you.

In the dining hall, in the corridors, outside...

You would be hard to miss, he knew that for a fact.

"Jasper, you don't even know what she looks like." Monty sighed heavily as he sat at the dinner table with Jasper and Harper.

"Yes I do! I mean - figuratively speaking - no, I don't... but - she's the most beautiful girl in the world. I know that for a fact." Jasper stumbled over his words.

"Well, your soulmate may be the most beautiful girl in the WORLD, but mine is the most beautiful in the UNIVERSE." Monty planted a sweet peck on Harpers cheek, and she blushed madly.

The sight of his best friend with his soulmate made Jasper green with envy.

If the two of THEM wasn't enough to make him feel like vomiting, Lincoln and Octavia strode past their table holding hands and laughing.

He looked back to Harper and Monty for advice, only to be met with the two of them poking each other on their noses.

Jasper pushed his chair back abruptly, and stood up so fast he ended up spilling his glass of moonshine. It landed into Harpers lap, and she let out a shriek.

"Jasper, what the hell?!" Monty took several cloth napkins, and began stacking them on Harpers lap.

The dining hall had gone quiet now, and all eyes were on the group of friends.

Harper aggressively rubbed at her jeans with the napkins, praying that the intense stench of the alcohol wouldn't be burned into her clothing forever.

Monty stood with a mixture of emotions on his face. Anger, confusion... but pity was the most prominent.

Jasper felt his chest grow tight, and he gripped the table for support.

"Jasper-."

"I need some air." Jasper interrupted Monty, and walked swiftly out of the dining hall, ignoring all of the eyes on him.

He didn't know where he was heading, but he was heading somewhere.

Another pair of soulmates, Amber and Rose, strolled in the hall, fingers interlocked.

As soon as they were out of earshot, and Jasper was sure he was alone, he raised his fist, and punched the metal wall as hard as he could.

He did it again, and again, and again. All the while envisioning that he was destroying the relationships of his friends.

It was selfish and petty, yes, but he felt a little better after a dent was formed, and he was out of breath.

Exhausted, defeated, and heartbroken, Jasper sank to the floor, and tucked his knees into his chest, burying his face into his arms which were rested on top of his knees.

"What's on your mind?"

Great now he was hearing it.

Could he never escape you?

Something tapped his leg.

"Hey, are you okay?"

His head snapped up.

It was the same voice. The same voice which had spoken the words on his wrist.

"What did you say?" His voice cracked at the end.

"I asked if you were okay." You stood perched on one leg, being supported by the pair of homemade crutches Dr Jackson had issued you after you broke your leg in the fall from Factory Station.

"No, no, before that." Jasper stood quickly.

"I asked what was on your mind?" You repeated the words slowly, the realization finally clicking in your brain.

His first words to you.

You had just lifted up your wrist to double check the words on your skin, even though you had been reading them hundreds of times every day since you could read. But before you could confirm your suspicions, Jasper had lifted you off of your feet and spun your around.

Your crutches fell to the ground with a clatter.

You squealed, and he held you tight.

"It's you! It's really you! I never thought I would find you, but, here you are!" Jasper cried tears of joy. They soaked into your shirt, and you rubbed his back soothingly.

"This is amazing! I have to tell Monty!"

In his excitement, he dismissed the fact that you were unable to walk, let alone stand on your leg, and he let go of you, causing you to give out a cry of pain as your body weight rested on your leg for a split second, and you fell on the floor in a heap.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh what have I done?! I haven't known you for two minutes, and I've already hurt you! I'm the worst soulmate in the-"

"What's your name?" You interrupted his rambling, a smile on your face.

"Jasper." He answered.

"Well, Jasper, how about you make it up to me by taking me to medical." You smiled as he rushed to receive your crutches from the ground, and prop them against the wall.

Scooping you up in his arms, he began to walk you to medical.

He let out a snort, and you raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Something funny?" You inquired.

"You literally fell for me." He giggled.

You rolled your eyes, smiling.

"Technically, you MADE me fall." You reminder him.

He shrugged.

"A fall is a fall."

You pondered over this for a moment.

"Indeed, it is. This isn't the first time I've fallen for you, though." You said.

He tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You're one of The 100, right?" You questioned.

"Yes... why?" He asked.

"Well, you were here first - on the ground. I was still up in space. I fell from the sky. For you." You blushed.

He blushed a deeper red, and pushed the button to be allowed access into med bay.

"(Y/N)! What happened?" Jackson sighed as he motioned for Jasper to lay you on an available bed.

"(Y/N), huh?" Jasper repeated your name, all the while, a dopey, love sick grin on his face.

"You tore the stitches up pretty good." Jackson mumbled to himself as he examined your leg.

Jackson turned to Jasper.

"Jasper, I think it's best you leave. I need to restitch-."

"There's no chance in hell I'm leaving. I just found her." Jasper extended his wrist to Jackson, and realization hit the doctor immediately.

Jasper began to panic. His chest swelled up again, and he felt dizzy.

What if you got an infection, and died, and it was all his fault? What if-.

"Okay, you can stay." Jackson laid a cold hand on Jaspers shoulder and gestured to a padded chair near your bed for the boy to sit on.

"I feel terrible. This is all my fault." Jasper looked at his feet, ashamed.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I've survived worse." You took his hand into yours, and smiled softly.

"Like what?" Jasper sniffed.

You paused.

"Like being away from you." You whispered.

Jasper lifted his head, and stared intently into your (Y/C/E) eyes.

Everything about you was so much more heightened than he could have ever imagined.

Your eyes were brighter, your voice was prettier, your hands were softer...

His love for you was bigger than anything he could fathom.

And as you two sat there, hands intertwined, he blinked in realization.

He had found you. And he was never going to let you go.

♡Masterlist♡

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slytherinbarnes · 5 years ago

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Sub Rosa [26]

xiii. resurrection

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Violence, blood, fighting, death.

Summary: As Cage’s suspicions rise, you and Bellamy work to stay hidden in the mountain while also protecting your friends.

a/n: hello little moon babies! so I just finished writing season 4 a few days ago, and I’m currently proofreading it and fixing any plot holes that I tend to create lmao. but in the next few days, i’ll get started on season 5, yay!!! i’m trying to get as far ahead as I can, because i think it will take me a little time to write season 7 (if you’ve seen s7, you understand why) and I don’t want y’all to have to wait too long between updates! but if i get enough extra content written, then I’ll probably start posting 3 times a week, if y’all are into that. okay, that’s all, I love you all v much, thank you for being the kindest ever!!! also, the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist // map

You and Bellamy are standing in the small control room of the warehouse, celebrating your little victory when Maya’s voice crackles through the radio. “They’ve got Fox! They’re taking her to the fourth level!”

You and Bellamy exchange a look before taking off running back to the emergency ladder. You both get inside and start to climb down as quickly as possible, hoping that you make it to the fourth floor before it’s too late. When you pass the giant four printed on the wall inside the emergency tunnel, Bellamy slips through the nearest access door and helps you through, before quietly sliding the door closed again.

He takes out his gun and starts to sneak down the hall, guessing at every intersection which way to go, hoping you don’t run into anyone else on this unexplored level. Bellamy stops when he reaches the next intersection, growing more unsure by the second, and he’s turning to ask your opinion when you hear it. A scream from down the hall.

“Fox,” you whisper.

Bellamy takes off running down the path to the left, leading you farther and farther away from the access point, but bringing you closer and closer to the source of the screams. You’re both running down a long hallway when someone yells out, “Stop!”

You and Bellamy freeze and turn around slowly, coming face to face with two guards in protective gear: helmets, bullet proof vests, gloves, goggles. They both start to approach you, weapons raised, as they question, “What are you two doing here?”

When they get within lunging distance, you and Bellamy attack, each focusing on the guard in front of you. You knock your guard's gun out of his hand, and dodge the punch he sends your way. You counter with a punch of your own, but the gear covering his body deflects most of the impact. His neck punch lands on your stomach, and you double over, grunting with pain, and that’s when you see a shock baton attached to his thigh.

You slide the baton from its holster and activate it as you shove it in the space between his helmet and protective gear, right into his neck. He hits the ground, knocked out from the pain, and you turn towards Bellamy and yell, “Catch!”

He spins and catches the baton with ease, delivering a similar blow, and knocking the man unconscious. He yells, “Get his vest and his gun!”

You grab both, along with the holster off his thigh, and pull the vest on as you follow Bellamy down the hall, his face now hidden behind the guard’s helmet and goggles. The screams reach an alarming level of desperation and you tear down the hall towards it. Bellamy stops you at the door, holding a finger up to his lips, before he spins around the corner, gun raised. You attach the holster to your thigh quickly, before you peek around and watch as Fox breaks free from the guads, only to turn and have Bellamy’s gun trained on her. She steps to the side slowly, guided by his gun as the guards thank him. And with lightning fast speed, Bellamy turns towards them and fires two shots, killing the guards one after the next. You step into the room as Bellamy tugs off his helmet, revealing his face, and Fox runs towards him and hugs him, crying, “Bellamy!”

“Are you okay?”

She nods as she pulls away, and when she sees you approaching she brushes past him and collides into you with a hug. You’re still hugging her back when Maya’s voice comes from behind, “Come on, we have to get her someplace safe.”

You and Fox pull apart, turning to look at Maya, who is standing in the doorway and trying to avoid looking at the two dead bodies on the floor. You turn and look at Bellamy and he nods his agreement, and you follow Maya out of the room with Fox still clinging to your side. Bellamy closes the door behind him and jogs to catch up, walking beside you and whispering, “What about the other two guards?”

Fox whimpers quietly beside you, and you shake your head. “Leaving them out there and alive means risking our secrecy. I think they suspect someone is helping our friends, but I don’t think they know it’s us.”

“Then we have to kill them. We can’t risk that.”

You nod your head, and call out to Maya. “Wait up!”

She turns and walks back to you, and you guide Fox over to her. “Wait by the elevators for us, we have to take care of something.”

Maya shakes her head, and Fox starts to protest. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me!”

You smile at Fox, and step closer to her. “We’re coming right back, I promise. You can trust Maya.”

Maya’s voice drops to an insistent whisper, “There’s not enough time.”

“Maya, we have to. We can’t risk exposing ourselves.”

“Hurry.”

You and Bellamy nod and run off in the opposite direction, taking the next turn and stumbling upon the two bodies, still knocked out. You and Bellamy drag them to the locked room as quickly as you can, and once onside, you look down at them, both of you hesitant to kill two unconscious men. But then Bellamy pulls out his gun, and aims it at the man at his feet, and you follow suit. He whispers, “To save our friends.”

You nod and you both fire, one after the next, and the sounds of death echo around the room. You ignore them as you both lean down and check for a pulse, and when you confirm that both are dead, you holster your weapons and leave the room, closing the door behind you for hopefully the last time. You and Bellamy run down the hall until you reach the elevator, where Fox and Maya stand waiting.

Fox immediately comes to stand at your side again as Maya summons the elevator and ushers you inside. You all keep your heads down and away from the cameras, waiting as the elevator drops to the sixth floor. You all follow your guide from the elevator and down the hall, until she comes to a stop in front of one of the residence doors and uses her keycard to get inside. She motions for you to follow her, and you do, stepping inside a small individual apartment.

She walks around the corner and you see her jump in surprise. “Dad, you're home.”

“Yeah yeah, the drill bit broke again.” You walk around the corner and into view, moving away from Maya and the man on the couch, who eyes the three of you suspiciously. Bellamy stands in front of you and Fox, protective, as the man asks, “What are they doing here?”

“They're in trouble. They just need some place safe to stay.”

“They need to go now.” He glances back at you and adds, “Maya, you know how dangerous this is, what are you doing?

“What mom would have done.”

He ignores her and his eyes shift to Bellamy. “I need you to leave.”

You feel Bellamy tense in front of you, and you wrap an arm around Fox, ready to protect her. “Sorry, we can't do that.”

Maya turns and looks at Bellamy and then back at her dad. “It's okay, he's gonna help us.”

You quip, “Really? Because I'm not getting that.”

“My parents were part of a movement that was against using Outsider blood. My mom refused the treatments, and it killed her. She was willing to die for what she believed.”

“Maya, they're willing to kill you to get them. If you get caught-”

She cuts him off, “We won't, if you help us.”

Fox whimpers, “Please, they're killing us. We don't have anywhere else to go.”

He looks between your trio and his daughter before letting out a sigh. “Just this once, just for one night.”

“Here, just this way.” Maya reaches out for Fox, and she turns to look at you. You nod, letting her know it’s okay, and she steps away and allows Maya to lead her past the kitchen and into a room. You turn and nod your thanks at the man as Bellamy moves to follow Maya, but her dad stops you. “You know they'll never stop, right? If the rumors are true and your bone marrow can get us back to the ground, they'll never stop.”

You see a muscle in Bellamy’s jaw twitch, and then he nods and turns away, grabbing your hand and leading you into the room that Maya and Fox just disappeared into. You both walk into a small bedroom, clearly Maya’s, decorated in that strange mix of childhood and adult memories. Fox is sitting on the bed and Maya is helping her get the blood off her face. They both turn when you step inside, and Maya asks, “Ready?”

You and Bellamy nod, and Maya steps away from Fox, now blood free, who stands. “Wait, where are you going?”

“To help the others.”

“I want to go with you.”

You shake your head, “We need you to stay here. They don’t know that you’re alive, and it’s better to keep it that way.”

She says nothing else, just nods and lowers back onto the bed. Bellamy adds, “You’ll be safe here. We’ll come check on you when we can.”

She nods again, and you both give her a soft smile before turning and leaving the room, Maya right behind you. You wait as she talks to her father for a minute, and then she pulls him into a hug before stepping away. She leads you down the hall, towards the access door on this floor, talking to you both as she goes. “Lovejoy's keycard will get you into the armory. The guns are locked, but the guard has the key. I can lure him away-”

Bellamy cuts her off, “No, you said it yourself, there's no time. Once we get the guns, how do we get them to level 5? They're watching every door.”

“Maybe not.” She pauses and looks between you, “The mess hall has a trash chute.”

“A trash chute?”

“There's one on every level. Best part, there's no radiation alarms. The hatches leak like crazy, so they put in these airlocks just to be safe. You two get the guns, I'll get them into the mess hall.”

You smile at her, impressed. “You're a natural born revolutionary.”

“My mom was a revolutionary, I'm just trying to do what's right.”

Bellamy looks down the hall, and then back at her. “Be back here in 30 minutes.”

She nods and you both turn and jog away, down the hall and around the corner to the access door. Once inside, you climb quickly, heading towards the 3rd floor to the armory. You fight against the burn in your muscles, now climbing an emergency ladder for what feels like the 100th time in the last two days, and you let out an audible sigh of relief when you see the giant number 3 painted on the wall, indicating that you’ve made it. Bellamy helps you out and into the hall, and you’ve just started walking down it towards the armory when the walkie talkie at Bellamy’s side crackles to life. “This is President Wallace talking to the people who just killed ten of my men. I thought we’d try something a little different this time. There’s only 20 minutes of oxygen in Maya’s suit; I know she’s a friend of yours.”

At the mention of her name, Bellamy turns up the radio, both of you listening intently. “In 20 minutes, your friend will either suffocate or burn.”

You both exchange a look, before turning around and running back to the access door, a mutual agreement reached without needing to voice it. You ignore the rest of Cage’s message as you climb back onto the emergency ladder and descend the ladder, now easily ignoring the burn in your limbs as adrenaline pushes through your veins. When you reach the fifth floor, you and Bellamy quickly climb out and into the mountain, and start jogging down the hall, trying to find the garbage chutes. You check every door off the main hallway with no success, and Bellamy lets out a frustrated yell when he tugs on the last one and it reveals nothing more than cleaning supplies. You shake your head and mutter, “It’s been almost fifteen minutes, where could it be?”

You close your eyes and picture Clarke’s map in your head before getting an idea and yelling, “Come on!”

You turn and take off running down the hall, back towards the mess hall and the kitchens. You burst through the kitchen doors and weave through it until you reach the back, smiling when you see a door. You tug it open, revealing a dark hallway and run down it until you see a giant dumpster at the end of a long chute. You almost cry with relief and Bellamy squeezes your hand as he jogs past. “Genius!”

You can hear pounding and yelling from the top of the chute, and Bellamy turns to you, “I don’t think they can get it open!”

“She’s almost out of time, Bellamy!”

Your words fuel him and he climbs into the dumpster, using it as a ladder to crawl into the chute. He keeps his limbs sprawled out to keep himself from sliding back down, and when he reaches the top, he rams into the door until it bursts open. A second later, three people slide down the chute and fly into the dumpster. You run to the edge as Jasper stands and yanks the suit off of Maya’s head, and she takes in a deep breath of air. Bellamy climbs out of the dumpster and you watch as Maya and Jasper hug, letting out laughs of relief.

They pull apart and jump out as the door behind you swings open, and you and Bellamy both reach for your guns, expecting guards. Instead, you are met with Maya's father, who is staring at his daughter with adoration. “Dad. What are you doing here?”

“What your mother would have done.”

He pulls her into a hug, and at the same time a body collides with you and Bellamy, wrapping their arms around you. You and Bellamy laugh as Jasper greets you, and when he pulls away he’s smiling too. Bellamy informs him, “Listen to me, Clarke is coming with an army of Grounders.”

He looks between the two of you in shock. “What?”

“We have to keep all of you safe until then.”

Jasper smiles, “Don't tell me Finn finally got his peace talks.”

You and Bellamy exchange a look, the pit in your stomach growing as you both decide what to do. Bellamy decides first, not wanting to break the moment just yet, and gives Jasper a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. “Something like that. Come on, we got a lot of work to do.”

Bellamy steps away from Jasper and walks over to Maya and her father, and you follow. He nods in greeting before looking between you both. “Get the others out and meet us on level 6. Don’t worry about the cameras, we’ll take care of them.”

“Will do.”

Maya and her father turn and leave, and you look at Bellamy. “Back up the trash chute you go.”

He smiles and climbs up again, and this time you climb up after him. Once he gets the door pushed open, you are both pulled out of the chute and into the room, and hugged in greeting by Monty, Harper, and Miller. You hear the others get close, whispering yours and Bellamy’s name, and you talk loud enough for them to hear you. “Grab your weapons and get ready to go. We’re going to take the trash chute out of here and then head to level 6!”

You turn to Bellamy, “I’ll stay up here and make sure everyone makes it down, if you wait at the bottom.”

“Come find me when we’re ready.”

You nod and he slides down the trash chute, followed by Monty, Harper, and Miller. The others follow, one by one, waving and hugging you in greeting as they walk by. They’re in various states of injury, some bruised, some bloodied, some limping, but all alive, for now. When the last delinquent slides down, you step into the room, checking it over and making sure it’s empty. You step around the blood stains on the floor, and glance at the art on the walls, also splattered with blood. You shudder, thinking of what they’ve endured, suddenly feeling less guilty for the guards you and Bellamy killed earlier.

When you’re sure the hall is empty, you slide down the chute and meet up with Bellamy, and together you lead them to the access ladder. Bellamy stays behind this time and you lead the way, helping everyone out of the access door one by one until Bellamy pops out. You both unholster your weapons and start to sneak down the hall, following the map in your head towards the residential areas. When you reach the last hall before your destination, Bellamy sneaks around the corner first making sure it’s clear, before waving everyone to follow.

You openly walk down the hall now, more relaxed as you near safety, and Miller asks, “Won't they see us?”

“Relax, Maya took out the cameras.”

He quips back, “Yeah, well, we're still sitting ducks in a group like this.”

“You're right. That's why we're gonna split up.”

You stop at the end of the hall, and Monty shakes his head, disagreeing with Bellamy. “No. We do this together. We survive together.”

“They don't trust Maya anymore. Who the hell is gonna help us now?”

You and Bellamy exchange a knowing look and you smirk, before stepping around the last corner, leading the others to a small group of Mount Weather citizens. “They are.”

Maya stands at the front with a smile. “We're gonna hide you. Not everyone here agrees with Cage, not by a long shot.”

“Come with me. We'll divide you along the way.”

The delinquents start to file past you, heading towards the group and their new hiding spots. “Let's go, you're safe now.”

You smile as you watch them go, relieved that they’re okay and going to be hidden from Cage and his quest for bone marrow. Jasper and Monty linger behind the others, looking between the two of you. “Hey, we're coming with you.”

You shake your head. “No you're not. They still don't know we’re here and we need to keep it that way.”

Monty asks, “So what do we do?”

Bellamy turns to him, expression serious. “Stay alive, be ready to fight. War is coming.”

You pass Monty your gun. “In case you need it.”

“Thanks.”

You all exchange one last look before you and Bellamy turn away, jogging off around the corner and down the hall, back to the emergency ladder and onto your next mission.

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Not One Of You Anymore: Part 26

Request: Yes / No

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John Murphy x Griffin!Fem!Reader

Word count: 3581

Warnings: People getting shot and I think that’s really it.

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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Bellamy’s POV

I made my way back to where they were bleeding people. I saw the girl in the cage still and took out the keys I stole. I unlocked her cage and she looked at me shocked.

“Get up. It’s time to go. I told you I’d come back for you.” I said and helped her out.

“Come on out. Our people are marching on Mount Weather right now.” I said and went to unlock the next cage. I went to help them out, but they pulled back.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re getting you out.” I said.

“Slow down.” The girl said pushing me away.

“They just bled him.” She added.

“Listen to me. There’s an army inside this room. And I need you to help me get them ready to fight. Can you do that?” I asked and she nodded.

“Good. Start with him.” I said and we got to work. Everyone started shouting and bangging against the cages.

“Too much noise.” I said.

“Taim Yu gaf in bilaik free, shof op!” (If you want to be free, be quiet!) The girl shouted at them. They all quieted down instantly.

“Okay, How do we do this?” She asked.

“There’s an army outside going for the main door. When they get it open, all hell will break loose. That is the signal for my friends to come here, and then-” I was cut off by the PA speaker coming on.

“My fellow citizens, this is your president speaking. I have news to share with you that will change all our lives forever. For 97 years, Mount Weather has been our home. It’s kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we’ve had to do to survive. We’ve done these things for one reason. So that our people could someday return to the ground. That day is today.” Cage said.

“He’s going public.” I said in shock.

“Before my friend, Lorelei Tsing was murdered by the Outsiders still at large in this mountain, she found a cure. It was in their bone marrow.” He said.

“Here. I’ll be back.” I said handing the girl the keys.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“He’s trying to get his people to turn on each other. They’ll find my friends. I have to bring them here now. I’ll send them in groups. You get your people ready to go, but you wait for me to come back, you understand?” I asked and she nodded.

“Wait.” She stopped me again.

“Thank you.” She said.

“You free your people. Protect mine when they get here. We can thank each other when we’re all outside.” I said and went back into the vent.

Cage’s POV

“This had been the dream of our people since the bombs. But to reach it now, I need your help. The 44 criminals that irradiated Level Five, killing 15 of our people, are now keeping us from that dream. Although we’ve repaired our home, we can never replace the lives that were so viciously taken from us. Yet as hard as it is to believe, there are those among us who would help the people who did this. And I am speaking to you now. If you truly want to end the blood treatments once and for all, then the 44 murderers you’re now hiding are the key to doing that. You have one hour to turn them in without punishment. After that, we’ll be forced to consider you enemies of the state. I’m asking you please, do what’s right for your people, our people. So that we can all take our rightful place on the ground. We’re almost home.” I said and looked at the screen showing the outside world.

“What are they doing?” I asked, taking out the earpiece.

“Preparing to attack. They’re too close for missiles, sir. And without the Veil, there is nothing we can do from the inside. All ground units are ready to engage on your command.” Emerson said and I shook my head.

��Not yet.” I said.

“Sir, the longer we wait-”

“They came looking for a fight, Emerson. Doesn’t mean we need to give them one. As long as we’re behind the doors, they can’t touch us.” I said.

“And what about the intruder? And Y/N?” I asked looking at him.

“Both are still at large, sir. We’re doing everything we ca-” I grabbed some papers and tossed them at him.

“Forty-five! Go door to door. Fine them.” I said cutting him off.

Y/N’s POV

We just heard Cage’s speech. This was it. This was the final straw. Either we were going to be found, or we were going to fight. Either way this was it. I was still weak from whatever drug they put in me. But I was starting to feel a little better. We didn’t have time to get it out of me, so I was stuck in this state. We heard people knocking on doors and it was only a matter of time before they knocked on this door. The couple quickly pushed us into the wall behind a painting. Jasper kept a hold on me since I was still weak. Monty was split up on us so it was just us three.

“Yes?” The man hiding us asked, opening the door.

“Step aside, please.” guard said.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He asked playing dumb, but let them in. We watched as they started looking around.

“We’ll just be a moment.” The guard said.

“If you tell us what you’re looking for, maybe we can help you.” The woman hiding us said.

“You know what you’re looking for.” The guard said.

“Honestly, we don’t know.” The man said.

“According to your neighbors, you’ve been bringing extra food home after meals.” The guard said.

“That’s not true.” The man said.

“Is it true that you’ve refused treatment 12 time in the past 15 years?” He asked the man.

“Or that you’ve refused them 30 time? Do you deny that?” He asked the woman.

“We take the blood when we need it. We don’t take extra food.” She answered.

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about.” The guard said. He looked at the table and pulled out his gun.

“Where are they?” He asked and shoved the man.

“Just hold it.” The man said. The guard shoved him to sit next to the woman and held his gun at them.

“You have five seconds to cooperate.” He said.

“Jasper…” I whispered.

“Quiet Y/N.” He whispered back.

“One… two… three…” He started counting.

“Please, don’t do this.” The man begged.

“Four…” He said and pointed his gun at the woman.

“Five!” He said.

“Wait! Wiat, wait!” Jasper said. Him and Maya took off the painting that was hiding us. The guard pointed the gun at us.

“Please, don’t shoot. Please.” Jasper begged.

“We’re here, Okay? Just leave them alone.” He said.

“I’m so sorry.” The man said to us.

“This is Tilling. Just found three more. And sir, we found her.” The guard said and looked at me. I felt my body start to shake with fear, Lexa would surely be displeased with me right now… Jasper held me close to him, but the other guard grabbed his hands and cuffed him.

“We’re bringing them in now.” Tilling said. I felt myself start to fall, I was still too weak to hold myself up. Maya quickly caught me and Tilling shot the couple in the head. Tilling came up and took me from Maya as the other guard cuffed her.

Clarke’s POV

I was in Lexa’s tent with her. We were getting ready to attack Mount Weather and get our people back. She had invited my people to her tent and they walked in.

“Welcome, Sky crew.” She said. I saw John Murphy walking in with them…

“Join us.” She said and motioned in front of her. Mr. Miller came up to me and showed me something.

“Package from Raven. Hydrazine. She said it would do the job.” He said.

“Good.” I said with a nod.

“And, uh… your Mother wanted to be here too.” He added.

“I know. But the wounded in Tondc need her more.” I said and he walked back to the others.

“Field commanders, today’s the day we get our people back. The enemy thinks it’s safe behind its doors, but it’s not. When it realized that, it will fight back. Hard. We need to be ready.” Lexa said.

“This is a rescue mission. We are not here to wipe them out. There are people inside that mountain that have helped us. Children who have nothing to do with this war. We kill their soldiers. Their leadership if we have to. But we are there to rescue our people. Is that clear?” I asked and everyone nodded.

“Then let’s begin. There are four teams. Two of them are at the dam and in the mine are moving into position already. The third, inside the mountain is freeing the grounder prisoners as we speak. It is our job as the fourth team to keep the eyes of the enemy off of them for as long as possible. To do that, we have to be in position here at the main door with our entire army. The Mountain Men believe the door can’t be opened from the outside, so they leave it unguarded. Only it can be. And thanks to our source on the inside, now we know how. According to Maya, the electromagnetic locking system has one flaw. When the power goes out, it disengages. And that’s where Raven’s team comes in. The mountain's electricity is generated at Philpott Dam. By now, they’ve taken the turbine room. It’s their job to blow the power. Once they do, we blow the lock. There is a catch. A backup generator inside the mountain. If the lock is still functioning when that back up power kicks in, we’ll never get that door open. We’ll never get our people back.” I said.

“How much time do we have until the backup power kicks in?” Someone asked.

“One minute. That’s the window.” I answered.

“Small window…” Murphy said.

“Why don’t we just take out the backup generator too? Bellamy’s inside. Have him do it.” Someone asked.

“Leaving them without power that long would kill them all. And as I said, that’s not the mission.” I said.

“Would make this a lot easier…” Murphy said under his breath.

“Besides, we lost contact with Bellamy.” I said ignoring him.

“What? We did? When?” Monroe asked.

“After he took out the acid fog.” I answered.

“Bellamy’s a warrior. He’ll be fine. Once he finds Y/N, he’ll be even better.” Lexa said and I looked at her. She gave me a nod to keep going.

“As the commander said, once the door is open, the shooting will start. And they’ll throw everything they have at us. But that’s what we want. We want them looking at us because while we’re fighting at the front door, Indra’s team will be escorting the prisoners out the back, right through the Reaper tunnels. Once all our people are free they’ll sound the retreat. We’ll be back home before Mount Weather even knows they’re gone. And that’s it. That’s the plan.” I said and Lexa stepped forward.

“The mountain has cast a shadow over these woods for too long. They’ve hunted us, controlled us, turned us into monsters. That ends today. Thanks to our alliance with the Sky People, the mountain will fall. As Clarke said, we spare the innocent. As for the guilty, Jus drien jus daun.” (Blood must have blood.) She said and her people started chanting. I looked around at them and decided to join in.

Y/N’s POV

The guard led everyone in chains, except for me. I still couldn’t walk on my own so the guard carried me. We were walking down a hallway and Maya’s Father was there at the end.

“Out of the way, Vincent.” Tilling said stopping.

“That’s my daughter.” He said.

“Dad, don’t.” Maya begged.

“Quiet. She’s been aiding and abetting the Outsiders. You need to get out of the way.” Tilling said.

“I won’t let you take her, Paul.” Vincent said.

“Listen carefully. We’ve got orders. She knows where they’re hiding. Now step aside. I’m not gonna ask you again.” Tilling said.

“If you want her, you gotta go through me.” Vincent said.

“Dad, please. They’ll kill you.” Maya begged. Tilling Turned around and handed me to Miller who put me down and I leaned against him. He then pulled out his gun, but held it towards the floor.

“Don’t make me do this, Vincent.” He said.

“I’m sorry, Paul.” Vincent said. Tilling held his gun up at him and Maya started crying. Suddenly he was shot in the head and fell to the floor. The other guard rushed to the front, but Miller choked him with the chains. Bellamy came out of the vents and Maya pulled me off to the side with Fox. Jasper grabbed the other guards keys and Miller smacked his head into the wall.

“Hey, good job. Thank you.” Bellamy said to Vincent.

“Miller, you okay?” He asked.

“Better than you.” Miller answered.

“Get everyone to the Harvest Chamber. You’ll be safer there.”

“Safer in the Harvest Chamber?” Jasper asked.

“Just trust me.” He said.

“Are the others there?” Jasper asked.

“Not yet.” He answered.

“Monty?” Jasper asked.

“Monty’s with the other group on Level Three. Don’t worry, we moved them after the last sweep. You should go there next.” Vincent said to Bellamy.

“Go. Vincent will take you. I won’t be long.” Bellamy said.

“Hey.” Jasper said, making him stop. He picked up the guard’s gun.

“I’m coming with you.” He added.

“Jasper.” Bellamy said.

“I promised I’d protect them, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” He said and Bellamy nodded.

“Let’s go.” He said and they left.

“Can you walk?” Vincent asked me.

“I can try.” I said.

“We don’t have time for that.” Miller said and picked me up. We started leaving, but Maya didn’t move.

“Maya.” Vincent said and motioned her to follow. Vincent said something to her and they hugged. We went our separate ways again.

Clarke’s POV

Once the meeting was over we went to the door. My people had brought a drill with them. We had Monroe operating it and we all stood watching. She stopped after a little while and pulled the drill out.

“That should do it. Bombs away. Mr. Miller walked up as they moved the drill.

“Be careful.” I said and Lincoln walked up next to him.

“Archers! Watch the trees!” Lexa ordered. I watched as Lincoln talk to him and then he placed the bomb.

It was night now and the dams still weren’t blown. Something was wrong. I was slightly pacing around just staring at the door.

“It’s taking too long.” I said shaking my head.

“It takes as long as it takes.” Lexa said and she was right.

“What will you do when it’s over?” She asked.

“I have no idea.” I answered.

“Well, what do you want?” She asked.

“Nothing. My people back.” I answered and looked at her then back at the door.

“I can’t think past today.” I added.

“You should come with me to the capital.” She said and I looked at her.

“All this will change the way you think about us.” She added.

“You already have.” She said and we heard gunfire.

“It’s coming from the dam.” Lincoln said coming up to us.

“They know we’re going for the power.” I said.

“They know we’re going for the door.” Lexa said. Lincoln said something to the Grounders and walked off.

“Raven will get it done. She’s one of us.” Monroe said.

“As soon as those lights go off, you push that button.” Mr. Miller said.

“We’ll do the rest.” Lincoln added. I looked down at the remote in my hand. The lights went off and I smiled.

“She did it.” I said.

“One minute starting now.” Mr. Miller said. I looked at the remote then at Lexa.

“For those we’ve lost.” I said.

“And those we’ll soon find.” She said and we pushed the button together, but nothing happened.

“What’s wrong? Why isn’t it working?” Lexa asked.

“They’re jamming us. I have to get closer.” I said and moved closer. Guns started shooting. Lincoln grabbed me and pulled me back behind the rock. Everyone got down and Mr. Miller looked at me.

“Forty-five seconds!” He shouted.

“Swapgn gyna! gyon au!” (Flank the shooters! Go!) Lexa ordered and they started running behind, some getting shot in the process.

“If I can get there, I can trigger it manually.” Mr. Miller said.

“No, you can’t get there.” I said.

“For Nate, I have to try.” He said.

“Nauow moare! nau! Hon daun em gon dou!” (Shield wall! Now! Take him to the door!) Lexa ordered and people got up with shields.

“Go. Go with them.” She said and Mr. Miller got up and went behind them.

“Thirty seconds!” I called. They got close to the door, but all ended up falling.

“We’ll find another way in.” Lexa said.

“There is no other way in. You know that!” I said.

“We don’t need one.” Lincoln said holding a bow and arrow. He lit the tip of the arrow on fire and I looked down at the timer.

“Ten seconds.” I said and he took aim.

“Five seconds!” I said.

“Four, three, two…” I said and he shot. The door exploded and I everyone cheered.

“It worked!” I said.

“We need to get to that ridge and take out the shooters.” Lexa said. Lincoln got up, but Lexa stopped him.

“No! You stay with Clarke. When the shooting stops, you get that door open.” She said and we nodded.

“Gyon au.” (Go!) She said and left with some of her people.

After a bit the shooting stopped. But who knows if it was because they were dead or because they were saving ammo. Lincoln got up and started walking out from behind the rock.

“Lincoln.” I whispered, but he didn’t stop.

“Lexa did it.” He said and I got up as well.

“Clarke, look.” Monroe said Mr. Miller was groaning from under the metal sheet that was on top of him.

“Make sure he’s okay.” I ordered and Monroe went to help him.

“They’ll be waiting just inside the door.” I said to Lincoln.

“Good.” He said.

“Mafta op Ai!” (Follow me) He shouted and everyone started following him.

“Tu lines!” (Two lines!) He ordered.

“Ahu agul gon blukly!” (Get ready to pull!) He shouted and they set up ropes on the door.

“Train your fire on the door!” I ordered.

“Pull! Pull!” They all shouted and they started pulling. The door opened and everyone cheered.

“Attack! Now!” I shouted.

“Chil yo daun!” (Stand down!) Lexa shouted walking up to us, Emerson was with her.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Hey, look! They’re coming out!” Someone shouted and I looked towards the door. Grounders were walking out and I looked back at Lexa.

“They’re surrendering?” I asked.

“Not quite.” Emerson answered.

“What did you do?” I asked her.

“What you would have done. Saved my people.” She answered.

“Except for Y/N.” Emerson said with a smirk.

“Where are my people?” I growled.

“I’m sorry, Clarke. They weren’t part of the deal.” She said and cut Emerson free.

“You made the right choice, Commander.” He said and walked back inside.

“What is this?” Lincoln asked coming up to us.

“Your Commander’s made a deal.” I answered.

“What about prisoners from The Ark?” He asked.

“They’ll all be killed.” I answered with tears in my eyes.

“But you don’t care about that, do you?” I asked her.

“I do care, Clarke. But I made the choice with my head and not my heart. The duty to protect my people comes first.” She answered.

“Please, don’t do this. What about Y/N? He said she wasn’t with them.” I asked.

“Y/N isn’t here?” Murphy asked, coming over.

“She’s in the mountain, yes. She wasn’t part of the deal. It seems their leader has taken a liking to her and she stays with them.” She answered.

“What the hell do you mean she stays with them? She’s your right hand! She should be the most important part of the deal!” Murphy growled.

“She’ll understand. It’s what’s best for our people.” Lexa said.

“Commander, not like this. Let us fight.” Lincoln said.

“No, the deal is done.” She said and the door closed.

“Teik rowenes laud.” (Sound the retreat.) She ordered and someone blew the horn. All the Grounders started leaving.

“You too. All our people withdraw. Those were the terms.” She said to Lincoln.

“They’ll be slaughtered. Let me help them.” Lincoln begged.

“Hon daun em.” (Take him.) She said and they tried to grab him, but he fought. Eventually they took him and I looked back at Lexa.

“May we meet again.” She said and left.

“Clarke, let’s go. We’ll come back with reinforcements.” Mr. Miller said.

“Clarke? Clarke, come on.” Monroe said and I turned around.

“It’s over. I’m sorry.” She said and they walked off.

“It can’t be over.” I said looking at the door.

“For once, I agree with you Princess.” Murphy said standing next to me.

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Maya and the Three/ Skull x (powerful God/goddess reader)

(Implied Poly, but focuses on Skull. Also I don't know why I keep making reader a god/goddesses, but I can write for a human reader if people really want it)

Knock knock knock

“Come in!” you call out still reading a contract another god gave to you. “You going to bed?” a sassy voice asked. “Not anytime soon why?” you responded looking up to be met by red eyes. “The bed is cold without your body heat,” Skull explains walking over to you. “Shame,” you joke picking her up and placing her in your lap.

“Yeah, it is, so why are you still up?” She asks stubbornly crossing her arms. “Work again,” you explain gesturing to the papers you have yet to read and sign. “Gross,” “I know,” you laugh dryly leaning back. “Can’t you just do this later and come to bed now?” Skull ask messing with the hem off your untucked shirt.

“Can’t, as powerful as I am there are others more powerful who might have my heart for not finishing this,” you groan rubbing your face. “Psh,” Skull says rolling her eyes looking at the papers. “Being a powerful God is so boring you should just give up and help me and Bone,” she says. “Yeah?” “Yeah!” sitting up you pull her closer kissing her messy red hair. “But then you would get the advantages of dating a powerful God,” you joke.

“You’ll still be powerful you just won't have the amount of work,” she retorts. “I would have more enemies and less respect,” you finish. “Aye your hopeless!” Skull groans leaning back. “Only for you Amor,” you tease. “Great so you'll come to bed then yeah?” “No,” you laugh grabbing the wine you've been drinking and taking a swig. “Want some?” you offer. Grabbing it Skull takes a swing herself.

“Let me read at least three more contracts and I'll join you right in bed, deal?” you question leaning to grab on of the papers. “No,” “What?” you ask. “I said no. I'm not going to bed till you are,” Skull says crossing her arms again and leaning in you. “And what makes you think I won't just send you back to the room?” “Cause you love me too much,”

Fuck. She's got you there. As much as you want to say no you just can't. “*sigh* alright fine,” you mumble starting to read the paper and snaking an arm to hold her in place. “Can I have more wine?” “Sure,”

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“You know the more you destract me the longer this will take?” you inquire trying to read the last paper. “What?” Skull asks innocently playing with one of your shirt strings, as she would occasionally pull on them to kiss your jaw or neck. “You know what,” you laugh placing the paper down. “It’s only one more contract,” you say. “After you read a hundred,” Skull groans shifting so she is now facing you.

“It wasn't,” you correct fixing some of her hair. “Just say your done,” she groans leaning on you. “You know as long as your here with me, we could just sleep here,” “Ha! No,” she answers leaning back. “Then let me finish my last paper and we can go back to the room,” you say grabbing the sheet. “Ugh,”

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”Done?” you say leaning back. “Ready?” you turn asking the smaller goddess who was already knocked out. “I'll take that as a yes,” you whisper as you get up making sure not to drop her. Quietly you open the big doors and make your way down the hall. Opening your bedroom door you place her down on the bed before going to change.

Coming back to see her all wrapped up in some of your blankets. “Theif,” you joke getting in bed and getting comfy. “Hahaha,” she quietly chuckles. “Oh you little sneak,” you laugh pulling her closer. “You know I think I might be spoiling you too much,” you say. “Maybe, but there's no need to stop,” Skull says reaching up and giving you a kiss. “Don’t think I could if I wanted to,” you sign before kissing her forehead and falling asleep.

(Still no writing for them. Actually there's not much writing going on besides a small post about Zatz and that's it. Fanfic writes of Maya and the Three where are you?)

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onelittlebookgeek · 5 years ago

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Book Challenge 2020 (100 books!!) (I did it!!)

After forgetting to track my reading for three years, I started recording my reading on Tumblr last year again, and I’m committed to continuing that this year!

This year is my final year of my Bachelor’s Degrees (I’m finishing English in June) and I’m planning to do a gap year from September on, so now more university after June (at least as far as 2020 is concerned).

I do not really foresee any issues or obstacles to reading this year, except of course finishing my thesis which will probably take quite some time, so I do expect a decline around April until early June. Although I do have a lot more time off in my gap year, I used to read a lot of mandatory books for my studies, so I don’t know whether having a gap year will mean reading more books. Since I’m not doing any university studying, I am interested in reading academic books by myself, studying by myself. Those books are often longer, denser and just take more time to get through; consequently, I might read fewer books in the same amount of energy and time spent reading.

To make a (somewhat) long story short: my expectations are in line with the amount of books I’ve read in the last years, so I’m expecting to read 75 books this year!

Update: it’s mid-October and I’ve already read 99 books this year, so I’ve finished my original goal of 75 books! Now I’m going for 100 books (which should be easy to do, and after that we’ll just see how it goes!).

The crossed book is the one I’m currently reading, I’ve written reviews for books that have a (x) behind them, with the (x) being a link to my Goodreads review!

Update: Today (November 23) I’ve read 114 books so I’ve finished my challenge of 100 books! Right now, I’m still 25 books ahead schedule! Let’s see if I can keep that energy up!

January

The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin (5/5) (x)

Serpent and Dove (Serpent and Dove #1) - Shelby Mahurin (4/5) (x)

Lethal White (Cormoran Strike #4) - Robert Galbraith (4/5)

Weirdos from Another Planet (Calvin and Hobbes #4) - Bill Watterson) (5/5)

Selected Poems - E.E. Cummings (5/5) (x)

Niets zal ons redden maar een beetje liefde is oké - Henk van Straten (Dutch) (4/5) (x)

, said the shotgun to the head. - Saul Williams (4/5)

Loud and Yellow Laughter - Sindiswa Busuku-Mathese (3/5)

Fireborn (The Aurelian Cycle #1) - Rosaria Munda (4/5)

Sylvia Plath Poems Chosen by Carol Ann Duffy - Sylvia Plath (4/5) (x)

The Comedy of Errors - William Shakespeare (3/5) (x)

Nieuwe Herinneringen - Remco Campert (Dutch) (2/5)

Dido, Queen of Carthage - Christopher Marlowe (3/5)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (4/5)

Alles wat er was - Stine Jensen (Dutch) (3/5)

Zij in de geschiedenis - Alies Pegtel (Dutch) (4/5) (x)

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (reread) (5/5)

February

Prometheus Bound - Aeschylus (3/5)

The Lost Hero (The Heroes of Olympus #1) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

The Son of Neptune (The Heroes of Olympus #2) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

So You Want to Talk About Race - Ijeoma Oluo (4/5)

The Mark of Athena (The Heroes of Olympus #3) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

Educated - Tara Westover (3/5)

Prometheus on Caucasus - Lucian of Samosata (3/5)

March

Reading Old English: A Primer and First Reader - Robert Hasenfratz (4/5) (x)

Still Foolin’ ‘Em: Where I’ve Been, Where I’m Going, and Where the Hell Are My Keys? - Billy Crystal (3/5)

The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus #4) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

Quick Question: New Poems - John Ashberry (1/5) (x)

Exploring the Language of Poems, Plays and Prose - Michael H. Short (3/5) (x)

The Call of the Wild - Jack London (2/5) (x)

The Blood of Olympus (The Heroes of Olympus #5) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

April

The Waste Land - T.S. Eliot (reread) (5/5)

And Still I Rise - Maya Angelou (4/5)

Poëzie in Utrechtse Muren - Ingmar Heytze (Dutch) (5/5) (x)

To the Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf (4/5)

Mijn dood en ik - Remco Campert (4/5)

Ecology of Fear: Los Angeles and the Imagination of Disaster - Mike Davis (3/5)

Native Son - Richard Wright (2/5)

Dido, Queen of Carthage - Christopher Marlowe (reread) (4/5)

May

The Plague - Albert Camus (4/5)

Absalom! Absalom! - William Faulkner (4/5)

Modernism’s Mythic Pose: Gender, Genre, Solo Performance - Carrie J. Preston (2/5)

James Joyce and Sexuality - Richard Brown (3/5)

June

Daisy Jones & the Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid (4/5) (x)

Modernism, Sex and Gender - Alison Pease and Celia Marshik (3/5)

The Burial at Thebes: Sophocles’ Antigone - Seamus Heaney (4/5)

The Host - Stephanie Meyer (reread) (4/5)

The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games #1) - Suzanne Collins (reread) (4/5)

Catching Fire (The Hunger Games #2) - Suzanne Collins (reread) (4/5) (x)

A Terrible Beauty is Born - W.B. Yeats (4/5)

Mockingjay (The Hunger Games #3) - Suzanne Collins (reread) (4/5)

White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism - Robin DiAngelo (4/5)

Are Prisons Obsolete? - Angela Y. Davis (4/5)

The Final Empire (Mistborn #1) - Brandon Sanderson (4/5)

Everything Leads to You - Nina LaCour (2/5) (x)

The Tempest - William Shakespeare (reread) (3/5)

July

Hag-Seed - Margaret Atwood (4/5) (x)

American Slavery (A Very Short Introduction) - Andrea Heather William (reread) (3/5)

Angels & Demons (Robert Langdom #1) - Dan Brown (4/5) (x)

Mythos: A Retelling of Myths of Ancient Greece - Stephen Fry (4/5) (x)

Mean Time - Carol Ann Duffy (3/5)

Lijfrente - Vrouwkje Tuinman (Dutch) (4/5)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (The Hunger Games #0) - Suzanne Collins (3/5) (x)

Sonnets from the Portuguese - Elizabeth Barrett Browning (3/5)

A Room of One’s Own - Virginia Woolf (reread) (5/5)

The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold (4/5)

Onbreekbaar - Hans Hagen (Dutch) (1/5) (x)

The Penelopiad - Margaret Atwoord (reread) (4/5)

The Importance of Being Ernest - Oscar Wilde (5/5)

Het goede leven: een briefwisseling - Piet Gerbrandy & Andreas Kinneging (Dutch) (2/5) (x)

Constructions of the Classical Body - James Porter (3/5)

August

The Complete Poems - Anne Sexton (4/5)

The Kissing Booth (The Kissing Booth #1) - Beth Reekles (2/5) (x)

The Daily Show: The Book - Chris Smith (4/5) (x)

The Duchess Deal (Girl meets Duke #1) - Tessa Dare (3/5)

Between the World and Me - Ta-Nehesi Coates (4/5)

Fragments - Heraclitus (transl. by Brooks Haxton) (2/5) (x)

Animal Farm - George Orwell (reread) (5/5)

The Hidden Oracle (The Trials of Apollo #1) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue (Montague Siblings #1) - Mackenzi Lee (reread) (4/5)

Kitchen - Banana Yoshimoto (4/5)

Catilina’s Riddle (Roma sub Rosa #3) - Steven Saylor (2/5) (x)

When Dimple met Rishi (Dimple and Rishi #1) - Sandhya Memon (1/5) (x)

Adulthood is a Myth (Sarah’s Scribbles #1) - Sarah Andersen (4/5)

September

Normal People - Sally Rooney (3/5) (x)

Not All Dead White Men: Classics and Misogyny in the Digital Age - Donna Zuckerberg (4/5)

Sadie: A Novel - Courtney Summers (4/5)

The Myth of Sisyphus - Albert Camus (4/5)

Vloedlijnen - Piet Gerbrandy (Dutch) (4/5)

Red, White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston (reread) (4/5)

This is Going to Hurt: Secret Diaries of a Junior Doctor - Adam Kay (4/5)

Envelope Poems - Emily Dickinson (4/5) (x)

A Murder on the Orient Express (Hercule Poirot #10) - Agatha Christie (3/5) (x)

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - James Joyce (4/5)

October

Titus Andronicus - William Shakespeare (4/5) (x)

The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot #1) - Agatha Christie (4/5) (x)

Het verhaal van Aeneas - Vergilius (trans. to Dutch) (reread) (4/5)

If Beale Street Could Talk - James Baldwin (2/5)

Lesbia, Verzen van Liefde en Spot - Catullus (Dutch) (transl. by Paul Claes) (4/5) (x)

The Nightingale - Kristin Hannah (4/5) (x)

The Cat Inside - William S. Burroughs (reread) (5/5)

The Murder on the Links (Hercule Poirot #2) - Agatha Christie (3/5)

November

Such a Fun Age - Kiley Reid (3/5) (x)

Narratology and Classics: a Practical Guide - Irene de Jong (3/5) (x)

The Murder of Roger Akroyd (Hercule Poirot #4) - Agatha Christie (4/5) (x)

The ABC Murders (Hercule Poirot #11) - Agatha Christie (4/5)

The Great Cat (Poetry Collection) - ed. by Emily Fragos (3/5) (x)

Weapons of Math Destruction - Cathy O’Neil (4/5)

The Northern Lights (His Dark Materials #1) - Philip Pullman (4/5)

Vincent van Gogh en zijn brieven - Leo Jansen (Dutch) (3/5)

My Dark Vanessa - Kate Elizabeth Russell (4/5)

The Fill-In Boyfriend - Kasie West (reread) (4/5)

Poirot Investigates (Hercule Poirot #3) - Agatha Christie (1/5)

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demisexual-deesaster · 6 years ago

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Maybe Lilith x a new Siren/ ex bandit leader?? Just the conflict of her suppesed to be against her but falling for her instead

Ahhh this is an interesting ask! Thank you! I'll do my best to honour this request :3 In this HC, the reader will be the vault hunter! Major Spoilers for the fate of a character from Borderlands 3 included, so read at your own risk! Some non canon moments have been added too. Also, oof, this got really long I'm sorry haha

Moving into new Pandora territory because of the damn Calypso twins was annoying to say the least. More than three quarters of your bandits had become mutinous bastards, and you'd almost taken care of all of them, and had almost taken back your home, bit obviously, the Calypso twins had to ruin it with their grandstanding. You barely escaped with your life that day.

You meet Vaughn a few days later, and after seeing your 'super awesome banditness!!' he sent you on a super secret scouting mission, and after your concerns about this supposed Vault Key fragment, he assures you that it's in safe hands. "Go Sun Smashers!" He cheers.

When you return, it's to Vaughn hanging upside down from a chain, and when he sees you, he yells from happiness. "Oh thank goodness you're here! I was getting lonely all by myself! Yeah...stuff happened..." He explains everything to you. You and Vaughn haven't been the best of friends. While you're sarcastic, witty and quick on your feet, Vaughn is...the complete opposite.

You meet Lilith a while later, even if you have to rescue a robot and claim a COV Base as your own temporarily. That woman is no joke, and with the way her eyes sparkle, you know she means business. She doesn't seem overly enthusiastic about having to welcome an ex bandit leader, and when you realize that this is THE Lilith of the Crimson Raiders, your bandit instincts scream at you to turn and run.

Of course, you don't. You owe Vaughn that much. She warily tells you about everything that happened, even though her tone is light, you can sense it. She's probably desperate for help, given how COV trashed their HQ. As you're heading to the Holy Broadcast Centre, you truly wonder if this woman can be fully trusted, or if she can trust you.

But as you keep completing mission after mission for the Firehawk, it becomes clearer to everyone–Vaughn at least, as he won't stop teasing you about it–that you're probably one of Lilith's most favourite Vault Hunters. Oh yeah. You weren't just a Crimson Raider now. You were a Vault Hunter. Things were looking pretty good. Until everything went to hell.

After you rescue Lilith–she said she could walk, but no way were you going to let her, spluttering as she was– and carry her aboard sanctuary, you escape by the skin of your teeth. When Tannis calls you for something, you don't notice the brilliant blush that's dusting the Firehawk's cheeks. She starts calling you killer affectionately from then on, and you can't help but smile giddily when she does.

The crew of the Sanctuary, Lilith's family, are am interesting bunch, and you feel yourself becoming a part of them and caring for them more and more as the days go by. Be it sabotaging radios for Moxxi, scanning vehicles for Ellie, salvaging parts for Claptrap, killing people for Zero and animals for Hammerlock or finding logs and drops for Tannis, you enjoyed every last one of them.

*SPOILER*

Maya and Ava had breezed easily into your life, though Maya's death had been a big blow to the Raiders. You liked Maya, so it hurt even more that you were powerless to stop it. Ava had been assigned to you, so you were the one who held her back when Maya died. When everyone gathered on the deck, Lilith's back was turned away from the group. No one seemed to know what to say, their grief towering. So you thought to say a few words.

"I'm not good at speeches but...Maya was...strong, from what little I knew of her. Everyone here was very close to her, and I'm sure that they miss her more than I ever could. But I think if Maya were here, she'd want us to take the fight to them, to win for the Crimson Raiders, and to come out on top. So if anything...we don't just owe this to the world anymore. The Calypso Twins have to be stopped. We owe that to Maya."

During the speech, Lilith had turned to you, and her eyes were wide, brimming with emotion. You'd awkwardly cut yourself off, suddenly feeling like a child, and Tannis had taken over, but Ava had stormed off, bitterly spouting things about how you were there and should've taken action, and blamed both you and Lilith for her mentor's death. After everyone had left, you went to check on Ava, but the girl didn't let you in, so you went back to Lilith, the latter thanking you for checking up on the girl. "Did you really mean what you said?" She'd whispered, and you'd nodded. "Every word."

*SPOILER END*

It's slow, but after that incident, you can see the difference in behaviour when it comes to how Lilith used to interact with you before, and how she does now. Lingering glances, shy smiles–you didn't know Lilith could be shy!– and, something which took you by surprise the first time, hugs and hand holding. It's something you looked forward to everytime you went on a mission. A brief but small hand squeeze, and a hug that lingered too long when you returned. It was so obvious to everyone that even Tannis and Claptrap had begun to take notice.

After one particularly grueling mission involving that ass Killavolt, you were in Tannis' lab, the woman berating you for not wearing shock resistant shields as she dressed your bruises. "Honestly! It's like you want to be hurt!" She huffs, and five minutes later, she's told you to rest for a while until Rhys contacts your team. You'd begun to protest, shirtless as you were, when the door opened, and Lilith walked in, frowning. "Hey Tannis, could you help me with–"

Her eyes had widened, and you remember feeling a lot naked than you were. It would've been funny, had your eyes not been as wide as hers too. You willed your hands to move, but they stayed as still as led. Tannis meanwhile, was completely oblivious, and continued to poke your abs with her fingers, ignoring Lilith. "Just a moment Lilith. I have a very stubborn patient I need to examine."

It had seemed the words hadn't registered, because Lilith had begun walking towards you, and out of nowhere, she poked your abs. You yelped, wincing, a red blush colouring your face. "Lilith! Honestly! Stop poking my patients like that!" Tannis huffed. Lilith, startled out of her revere, had nodded and mumbled a "Sorry Tannis. Take care of yourself, Vault Hunter." Vault Hunter. Not Killer. Why did it feel you'd screwed something up? It was probably nothing, right?

So...turns out, it wasn't. Lilith had become increasingly distant. The hugs had stopped, and so had the hand holding. There was some tension in the air, though you didn't know why. Moxxi had assured you, telling you that this is normally how Lilith dealt with feelings, and while it was a comforting thought that your feelings were reciprocated, it still didn't help that Lilith was treating you like this.

After a particularly deadly mission involving the COV, where Tyreen herself had made an appearance. You'd been hurt really bad, but you'd saved the life of innocent people. An explosion had knocked you back, and you'd tried getting up, but had found yourself crushed beneath Troy's boot heel. "Careful Troy. That's my super fan you know! We don't wanna beat her up too bad!"

She'd echo cast your broken and beaten form across the galaxies. "What is up everyone! We've got a special video today. It's my very own superfan, the second biggest heretic in the universe! It's the Firehawk's Dog! Do you have anything to say, Vault Hunter?"

You'd said nothing, glaring at the camera instead. Troy had chosen to plunge a knife inside you, and you'd cried out in pain. "That's what I'm looking for! My my Lilith! You've been working my super fan to the bone! That's supposed to be my job! Well! There's no harm in sharing, right? Sharing is caring after all!" She winks, and smacks the camera with a cackle, and Troy decides, for added dramatics, to twist the knife in more. You scream, and their laughter is the last thing you hear, before you black out.

When you wake up, you're on Sanctuary, or, more accurately, in Tannis' lab. She tells you that the Calypso's had left you for dead in the desert, and that Ellie and Vaughn had helped bring you back. Everyone had been worried sick. It was a miracle you were alive. "Is everyone okay?" You'd croaked out, and Tannis had nodded. "Are you?" She'd asked, and honestly, you were a little sore, but you were fine.

"Lilith was beside herself you know." Moxxi says, and you realize with a start that she's been there the whole time. "After Roland and Maya...well...you can see why she has trouble getting close to people, trouble admitting she has feelings."

You understand what Moxxi means. At first, Lilith's apprehension was understandable. You were a former bandit leader, and she is the leader of the Crimson Raiders. Both of you should be hating the other, yet you'd grown impossibly close. Now, it seemed Lilith was fighting a war with herself, debating whether or not what she felt for you should be pursued.

"I need to see Lilith." You mumble, immediately knowing what you had to do, and ignoring Tannis' protest, you walked to her room. She wasn't there. She wasn't at the bridge either. Giving up, you walked back to your room, where you found her. She was on your bed, holding a picture the two of you had taken on Pandora. She'd looked up, when she saw you walk in, and you were surprised to see tears in her eyes.

For a second, no one moved. Then, slowly, you walked to Lilith, stumbling over to her, and she'd shit to her feet when you finally crossed the distance between the two of you.

Hugging Lilith for the first time in weeks felt amazing. You finally felt complete, as if two halves of a whole were reunited. "Are you okay?" You mumbled, and Lilith spluttered out a laugh. "You got stabbed, crushed under a boot and nearly bled to death, and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

"Yes." You said simply, smiling when you felt Lilith sag against you. "I will be." She whispered, and she was right. Both of you had already been through a lot. Both of you were hurting, but when she broke the hug, leaned in, a kissed you, again and again and again, you knew, that neither of you were okay, but both of you would be. In time.

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pcyheartgirlx · 7 years ago

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In The Bleak Midwinter [CH10]

Genre ;; Angst/Smut/Fluff/Romance

Pairing ;; Chanyeol x Reader x Seokjin

Word Count ;; 9.1k

Summary ;; “We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.”

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

A/N ;; I feel like this chapter needs no introduction. Let’s get to it ;)

[PLAYLIST] [BACKSTORY] [PROLOGUE] [CH1] [CH2] [CH3] [CH4] [CH5] [CH6] [CH7] [CH8] [CH9] [CH10]

“Pleasure doing business with you again, Jihoon! I know Angie is going to be a perfect fit for you,” you doted at him as you put an arm around the giggling woman at your side. “I mean look at her! She’s gorgeous!”

“Oh, (Y/N), stop!” Angie blushed.

“She’s not wrong sweetheart,” Pyo Jihoon said as he ran his hand down her back. Smiling at the two cooing at each other, you called for an usher to come over.

“Take them to room 421 on the 4th floor,” you said to the man as he nodded.

“You got it, boss. Come with me,” the usher said as he motioned them to follow him. Angie was simply glowing and you shot her an encouraging look. Jihoon took her hand lightly as he motioned for them to follow the usher.

“Have fun, you two!”

“Oh we will,” Jihoon purred at Angie, causing her to blush before they walked away. You cocked your head to the side, declaring victory as you turned around and made your way over to Maya, Damon and Ronnie who were standing not too far away. As you approached them, you looked at the sight of your party.

The sound of lively conversations roared over the music playing in the hall. Hundreds of your workers were mingling with the many groups of idols, managers, record label CEOs and producers. Some were at the bar, working their charm, just as Damon coached them, while their prospective clients had a few drinks. Others were sitting at the many round tables that adorned the venue. There was a whole kitchen of chef’s in the back, working on a menu customized on whatever the guests wanted. Most of the time, it was the same dishes but Goyangi Catering, a company you worked close with for your parties, had the best chefs from all parts of the world. They never provided a menu as they prepared for whatever the guests pleased. The parties you planned were one of a kind. It was a paradise for adults. You can have anything you want. Food or Drinks while beautiful young women and men doted on you respectfully. With tact and sophistication. Until they trapped you in a spell, cursing you with the curves of their bodies. A slight touch of the arm or tender graze of their fingers on your cheek was propane on your skin, igniting a fire inside you that didn’t know was there.

If it was one thing you knew how to do was observe body language. A business tactic you picked up from your dear old father. You find a target, study the way they sit, where they put their hands, how they looked at others and you made a general assumption on what their personality was like. You preyed on their desires and reaped the benefits from it. They fell at the touch of a beautiful person who treated them like they were human. Damon and you worked hard on teaching these men and women the art of seduction. Of getting what they wanted by using nothing else but their body. Everyone wins. You get paid, they get their rocks off. That’s why you thrived. That’s why you never failed. Your father always said only one person can be on top. There’s always one winner. Shit like that wasn’t a winner’s mentality. A winner mentality is . sacrificing numbers to save people rather than sacrificing people to save numbers. You had a lot of low points before you succeeded but you remained close to the concept of helping others. Your father would have just killed the right people. Force your way to the top. You both exhausted yourselves to the bone but your work ethic is what set you apart. Working hard to make others happy, even if it’s a sick twisted way of happiness, was much better than working hard to make others miserable.

Looking around you smiled to yourself as you thought, this is going better than I imagined...but neither of them are here yet…

“I rewatched EXO’s performance for like the 5th time and my Sehunnie looked radiant!” Damon gushed at you three. Maya took a sip of her 5th drink of the night as she nodded.

“Sehun is EXO right?” Ronnie asked cluelessly. You shot him a disapproving glance and smacked his arm.

“Didn’t I tell you to read up on our clients before coming here?” You hissed at him. He shrugged and rubbed the arm you assaulted.

“I tried but there were too many!”

“Youuu are juh lazy! Hck, that’s just disrup...disra…hck...disrepectful,” Maya slurred through hiccups. The three of you looked at her weirdly.

“Had enough to drink there?” Ronnie retaliated.

“Fuck are you talking about?” she growled at him, taking another sip. “I’ll...hck...drink any of you over a table!”

“I think you mean under,” Damon corrected.

“I don’t wanna go under a table with you...no offense...”

“Wait what?”

It was hard to pay them any mind at this point. You pulled your phone out for what seemed like the millionth time and studied the screen. Still no texts from either of them, you thought. Maybe the presents were a little much.

“Don’t worry hck, (Y/N),” Maya hiccuped as she put a hand on your shoulder. “They’re probably just busy.”

“Yea, don’t stress it too much,” Damon added looking over at you sweetly. Ronnie scratched his head.

“Excuse me guys, someone at the bar is making a deal. I’m going to take care of it,” Ronnie said proudly. He turned to you and pointed. “Damon is right by the way, don’t stress it too much because tonight is a big night.”

You couldn’t help it though. You spent hours trying to come up with a reason as to why neither of them had called or texted you. Telling yourself that they were busy wasn’t good enough at this point. That was the impatient side of you though. You shook the thoughts off and tried to focus at the party at hand.

“YOONGI!” Maya squealed as she grabbed your arm. You looked over at the entrance and there they were. All 7 of them. And Jin looked just as mesmerizing as he did on your phone a few hours ago. It was difficult to resist studying his features. He looked a bit worn out, his hair was somewhat unkempt, parted in the middle as a few strands hung over his forehead. You noticed his eyes were darting around the room and the lit up when he saw the food being brought out to the guests. You couldn’t help but laugh as he tapped Hobi, eagerly telling him about his discovery. Hobi wasn’t paying him any mind. He and Yoongi were talking amongst themselves about finding the best place to sit. Jimin and Namjoon studied to room, examining the enviornment and everyone in it. Jungkook clung onto Tae’s arm, as they both were shocked at the scene playing before them.

“Let’s go!” you said as you grabbed Maya and started your way over to them.

“Woah! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Damon called out. You stopped in your tracks and turned on your heel, Maya sloppily mirroring your action.

“I’m going to...uhh...meet with our guests.”

“No, no. You said before ‘I’m not going to have time to talk to him!’ and here you are running off like little bitches!” You glared at him as he spoke.

“Come onnnnn! I wanna see Yoongiiiiii!” Maya whined.

“It’d be rude not to greet our clients. Plus, a certain someone isn’t here yet so what’s the harm?” You said, putting your hand up at Maya to shut her up. Damon groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But make it quick!”

“I’ll be right back I promise!” You said gleefully as you made a beeline toward the 7 men.

“Yoongi!” Maya gushed as she walked up to him. “You were amazing!”

“You all were! Ugh, every performance of yours always surpasses the last,” you doted. As you looked at them, they reciprocated a look of timidness. Something you hadn’t seen since the first time you met them. They were uncomfortable, scratching the back of their heads, avoiding you gaze. Namjoon smiled awkwardly and looked immediately at Maya, as if he couldn’t look at you for long.

“Thank you so much, we really...appreciate that,” the leader said, almost robotically.

“O...kay,” Maya retorted, taken a back by their behavior. “You guys hungry or something because you’re acting a little...strange…”

“No we’re not!” Yoongi said confidently, turning to face the other men as he grilled them. They all came out of a slump suddenly. “We’re fine right.”

“Perfect! We’re awesome…” Jimin’s voice trailed off and that sweet smile fading.

“Right,” Maya continued. “Let me show you guys were you’re sitting…” Maya tried to hide her intoxication very well. You surprised at how convincing she was. It was like she didn’t even have a drop of liquor. Is this bitch insane or like...anyway. They all walked passed you, following Maya into the hall. You felt Jin’s eyes on you, stopping infront of you as the rest of the men walked around you.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you?”

Well fucking finally.

“Yes! Um…let’s step over here,” you motioned him into the coat room accross from you.

“In there?” He asked almost as if he was offended. You laughed and grabbed his wrist. “(Y/N), I don’t think that’s—“

“Hey boss,” you heard from behind you.

“Yes Ronnie?”

“I need your help translating...wait where are you going?” You rolled your head back in frustration and groaned.

“No where anymore, I’ll be right there…” he nodded slowly as he looked at Jin.

“Right...just um...hurry please,” he stuttered as he backed away slowly. You look at Jin with defeat and he just inhaled slowly as you let go of his wrist.

“These things are kinda crazy for me,” you said admittingly. “I kinda have to split myself into 4 people and it’s just a bit stressful. But I’m sure you probably had a stressful night too even though you did amazing and you looked brilliant and stunning and manly…” you couldn’t stop yourself from talking and with every compliment you gave him, his face softened. It left you breathless. “...and now I’m rambling I’m sorry.”

“No, (Y/N). You’re fine,” Jin smiled faintly at you as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly. “You listened to me ramble for a whole week and a half. I can tell you’re nervous.” You raised your eyebrows at his statement. Scoffing and laughing you pushed your hair behind your ear and crossed your arms.

“Me? Nervous? No...just...okay I’m a wreck but I know what will make me feel better.”

“Tell me, jagi.”

“Did you like the present?” He looked down, that faint smile disappeared for a bit but returned almost immediately.

“I loved it.”

That’s it? You thought. All that searching for that half assed answer. You tried to hide the disappointment in your face but he noticed.

“(Y/N)...I’m gonna go wait with the rest of the guys. But I really do have to talk to you soon.”

“Yea, sure. You’re acting awfully weird. You and the rest of the boys. Is everything okay? It was the flowers. They were too much right?”

“No, jagi. It wasn’t the flow—“

“I should have gotten something for you all. Ugh, now I feel like an asshole!”

“It’s not that either.”

“Boss,” Ronnie interrupted as he put a hand on your shoulder. “I really need you.” You sighed and nodded.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay tesoro?” Jin rubbed the back of his head as you assured him.

“Okay. Just...hurry please?”

“What’s the rush?” You giggled as you walked away.

“I think you know why…” he said faintly, barely able to catch what he said as you walked away with Ronnie.

After you finished assisting Ronnie with a transaction, you started back for BTS’ table but you were taken away by another transaction. Soon after another. And another. You needed to think of a plan to escape. If not, you weren’t going to be able to talk to Jin before Chanyeol showed up. Looking at Damon fixing one of your worker’s hair, it suddenly dawned on you.

“Damon!” You called out to him as you approached him. “I need a favor.” He raised a finger at you and quickly returned to the worker who’s rose bun was being adjusted.

“Okay Hunny, you’re good as new. Go get them!” He said to her in encouragingly. She sweetly thanked him and ran off. “Now what can I do for you?” He snapped as he turned to you.

“I need you to watch the floor. I need to step ou—“

“You’re really asking for a lot,” he said eyeing you up and down. “Look at this place. At this time. It’s only going to get busier and you want to leave. What for?” You bit your lip before you answered.

“Well I was trying to talk to Jin and Ronnie pulled me away. He was just about to tell me about the present and—“

“No offense, (Y/N), But you need to let the present thing go,” he snarked, scanning the room to see if everything was visually okay.

“No Damon. It’s not even that...they were acting weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I don’t know. Like they couldn’t look at me. And Jin just looked...upset.”

“Maybe they’re tired?” Damon shrugged.

“No something is up. I can feel it,” you shook your head and gave Damon pleading eyes. “I’ll let you and Sehun go in the closet for 15 mins when they get here! Please!”

“Make it 25 and you’ve got yourself a deal,” he said flatly as he tried to haggle with you.

“Ugh! Fine. Can I go now?”

“Get lost,” he retorted, walking away unbothered. You smiled as you put your phone out, opening up a new message.

You:

Get on the elevator and go up to the roof. I’ll meet you there in a few.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the ellipses that indicated he was typing. It wasn’t very long until he responded.

Seokjin:

Got it. On my way.

Fixing your gaze in his direction, you saw him say a few words to the other members at the table as he made his way to elevator.

“Hey! (Y/N)! I have a potential client, can you check them out?” You heard one of your hunnies say behind you. A sigh escaped your lips as you turned around to face him.

“Let’s go sweetheart.”

This was the last transaction you made before you snuck off into the elevator.

x-x-x

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Minseok whispered behind Junmyeon as they walked into the venue. Junmyeon sighed as he scanned the hall, looking for their usual table.

“What sounds worse? Us coming here together or Chanyeol coming by himself?” Minseok shrugged and shook his head at the leader.

“I suppose you’re right.”

“I don’t always get chicken!” Jongin argued, playfully pushing Kyungsoo as they trailed behind their hyungs.

“Don’t kid yourself. You’ve been salivating the moment I asked you if you were getting fried chicken again,” Jongin pouted at his statement as they followed Minseok and Junmyeon to the table.

“Okay Chanyeol, remember what we talked about,” Jongdae gave him a few pats on the back as he grabbed his arm. “Stay calm and civil. And don’t forget the main points of discussion we went over. This is her job. You knew this is what she did.”

“You’re just feeling upset,” Baekhyun interjected. “Because you love her and it’s been such a long time since you’ve had to...share,” The blonde tilted his head as he finished his statement, looking at Chanyeol in bewilderment. “You sure know how to pick them, don’t you hyung?” Chanyeol let out an obvious fake laugh before cocking his arm back, motioning a punch at Baekhyun. The smaller man sheilded himself and scoffed.

“Alright alright. That’s the complete opposite of what we were aiming for,” Jongdae said as he brought Chaneyol’s arm down.

“Hyung, I don’t know why you don’t just do what I told you--”

“That’s actually the plan, Sehunnie,” Chanyeol put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not playing around anymore.”

“Wait, what plan?” Jongdae asked.

“A plan to make (Y/N) finally settle down with him,” the maknae doted. The Baekhyun and Jongdae leaned back in shock. The blond putting a hand to his chest while Jongdae’s mouth hung open. Before they could ask him to elaborate, Sehun’s attention was drawn away as he laid eyes on the man he came tonight to see.

“Look it’s Damon. He looks so handsome, ahhhh,” Sehun grabbed at Minseok and shook him. “I want to go talk to him. Come with me guys. Maya’s there, hyung!”

“I-I don’t think that’s a bad idea…” Minseok stuttered, admiring Maya from afar.

“I don’t see (Y/N) with them,” Chanyeol claimed immediately. Baekhyun laughed nervously and squeezed his shoulders. The blonde shot a worried glance at Jongdae.

“She’s probably busy so we should just--”

“Go ask them.”

“No, Chanyeol that’s not what we agreed to do,” Baekhyun quipped, trying to reason with the tall man.

“I’ll be back. Sehun, you coming with me?”

“Sehun, you’re not going to enable this for some...dick?” Baekhyun pleaded with puppy eyes. Sehun bit his lip while looking over at Damon and Chanyeol who was looking rather impatient.

“It’s not some dick, Baekhyun…” Sehun declared as he eyed Damon from across the room. “It’s that dick. Let’s go Minseok.” The maknae dragged his hyung with him as the darted for the crowd of tables in front of them. Chanyeol shrugged and followed them gleefully.

“This isn’t going to end well, is it?” Baekhyun said admittingly watching the three walk away. Jongdae sighed and pat him on the back.

“Let’s at least try to have some food before he makes a mess of things.” Baekhyun sighed at his statement while they started walking over to their table to join the other members.

“I hope I get to at least finish my food.”

X-x-x

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Maya choked as she approached Damon. The man swiftly turned to her and grabbed her shoulders.

“She’s busy, look she got caught up with something and I know you’re drunk but focus because we have a problem and I need you to act right for a second,” Damon shook her causing her to hiccup and shake her head.

“I’m perfectly fine but I think we have another problem,” she giggled, swaying to the side.

“Well what is it?”

“3...2…”

“Damon!” Sehun’s voice caused the neck on Damon’s hair to stand. They’re here, he thought to himself. He mouthed to word ‘fuck’ to Maya before turning to face the maknae. Much to his dismay, he was also greeting by Minseok, who was helping Maya stand as she started for him but tripped and Chanyeol, who looked much more eager than usual.

“Sehun, baby, you were stunning,” Damon gushed as he put a hand on Sehun’s shoulder. Sehun blushed and smiled sweetly, bringing a hand up to his mouth.

“Stop, you’re exaggerating. Look at you though, you look good enough to eat,” Sehun bit his lip as he finished his statement leading Damon into a flirty giggle fit.

“Aw, that’s cute. You guys are adorable. Awww. Hey by any chance, do you know where (Y/N) is?” Chanyeol blurted as he got in between the two men. Sehun shot him a glare before Maya made her was over to them with Minseok at her side.

“Damon was about to tell me cuz, hck...I saw her go in the elevator and never come back,” She pouted, crossing her arms. All the color left Damon’s face as she uttered those slurred words. Chanyeol looked over at him slowly, cocking his eyebrow at him.

“So where did she go?”

“Chanyeol!” Minseok scolded.

“It’s fine, Minseok,” Damon chuckled nervously as he turned to Chanyeol. “I actually...don’t know. She said she had to step out because she wasn’t feeling good...she um...needed some air.”

“Is she alright?” Sehun asked innocently.

“Yea, she’s just nervous that’s all,” Damon admitted. “She’ll be right back, Chan--”

“Thanks anyway Damon. I guess I’m just going to have to go look for her. I’ve got something to fix. I’ll see you guys in a bit,” Chanyeol said quickly as he walked away.

“I...uh..I don’t think you should do that Chanyeol!” Damon stuttered as he followed behind him.

“And why not?” He was on a mission and he kept walking even if Damon trailed him.

“Because…” he struggled to find the right words to rebuttle with. “If she’s sick you might get sick too!” Chanyeol swatted a hand at him and shook his head.

“Well if she’s sick, I should be there to take care of her right? Besides I’ll be fine,” were the last words he said before he got in the elevator. “You coming with me?” Chanyeol asked, motioning for Damon to go inside. Damon groaned and shook his head.

“No!”

“I’ll see you in a bit then,” Chanyeol said sweetly as the door closed in Damon’s face. He threw his hands up in the air and walked back to the venue, making his way toward Sehun once again.

“What is Chanyeol going to fix?” Damon demanded as he grabbed Sehun’s arm. He looked over at Minseok petrifyingly.

“What’s going on?” Maya broke the silence as she leaned up against the older man.

“So...something beyond (Y/N)’s control put her in a very shitty position,” Minseok started nervously, trying to be as tactful as possible. “And I’m not sure if the other party is here but if he is, things are basically going to end very badly tonight and--”

“Chanyeol knows about Jin. The present’s got mixed up and they confronted each other. I’m kinda mad I wasn’t there but Jongdae said they almost fought and--”

“WHAT?!” Maya and Damon cried in unison as they stood next to each other.

“Yea! It was crazy. (Y/N) fucked herself over,” Sehun scratched the back of his head and looked over to Minseok who was glaring at him.

“You didn’t have to say it like that. Have some class, there’s a lady here,” he said motioning toward Maya.

“Please, look at how trashed she is.”

“Hey!”

“Alright! So basically what you’re telling me is that the worst possible thing that could have happened today…”

“I’m afraid so, babe,” Sehun sighed and shifted in his place.

“Are they even here?” Minseok asked, his eyes darting around.

“Who? BTS?” Damon asked as the older man nodded.

“Yea, they’re allll the way over there!” Maya pointed out to the other side of the venue where they could barely be seen.

“(Y/N)’s not that dumb after all,” Minseok commented. “I would have never know they were here.”

“Is Jin sitting with them?” Sehun asked nervously, turning his head. Damon frantically grabbed his attention away, hoping they wouldn’t notice the other man’s absence.

“Why don’t you guys order your food and I’ll find out? That way you don’t have to worry too much tonight. I know you guys must be tired and hungry,” Damon looked over at Maya with leading eyes.

“Oh...OH! Yea...yea...you guys should go eat and...rest. We’ll take care of it. I’m pretty sure I saw him there before,” she scoffed out a laugh, trying her hardest to go along with the plan. “Chanyeol’s gonna be back soon and no food? You guys should probably order him something.”

“Good idea, Maya. You should get wasted more often.”

“You know what Damon--”

“You guys are right,” Sehun sighed and looked over at Damon. “We’ll talk later, cutie.” He winked at him before he walked away with his hyung at his side.

“She’s fucked isn’t she?” Maya whispered watching them make their way back to their table.

“So royally fucked.”

X-x-x

The minute you heard the elevator ding, you ran out of it with anticipation. Millions of different dialogue echoed in your mind and you mentally wanted to rehearse them all before you got to Jin. It was killing you not understanding why they were acting so strange. All this time you were hoping to see Jin with the utmost glee, smiling uncontrollably because of his new figurine but…he was cold and unmoving. Taking a deep breath in, you pushed the door open.

“Jin,” you said breathlessly as you stepped out to the roof. He turned around and gazed at you, that half smiled returned. But you ignored it as you walked over to him, taking him into an embrace. “I miss you.” You felt his body against yours. It was stiff and tense for a second. He brought his hands to your back and barely squeezed you against him.

“I missed you too,” he whispered. It was cold outside in the Mid December weather but you couldn’t help but feel colder in his embrace. This wasn’t like Jin. By now, he’d be showering you with kisses, running his hands up your sides so he could hear you giggle into his neck. You pulled away and furrowed your eyes at him.

“What did you need to talk to me about? Can I know why you’re being so distant with me?” you confronted him. He sighed and took your hand in his.

“(Y/N), before I start. I just want to say I knew deep down inside me that you were seeing other men...I just didn’t want to believe it,” his words pierced through you like a thousand icicles darting through your body. Even if you knew what you wanted to say there the lump at your throat weighed down on you vocally.

“What are you talking about?” you managed to croak out. Jin’s eyes darkened as he narrowed them to you. Looking down solemnly, he licked his lips before meeting your gaze.

“There has been a mix up. I recieved Chanyeol’s present tonight. And he recieved mine.”

“What?” There was a ringing in your ears, like the one after a gun fires. You heard exactly what he said but you were hoping and praying that you were wrong. This wasn’t happening. You tried to pull way from him and remove your hands from his grasped but he grabbed on your fingers tightly and brought you close to him, the look of melancholy never leaving his face.

“You love him, don’t you?” He hesitated, not wishing for you to answer. You felt that stinging in your eyes. Tears were threatening to form. You didn’t want to look away because you knew for certain they stain your cheeks. Instead you stared at him, torturing yourself as you saw the gloomy look in his eyes.

“Jin…” was all you could utter out. He sighed as his nostrils flared.

“(Y/N), I have no right to be angry with you. And I’m not,” he said reassuringly. It didn’t work. You knew he wasn’t mad. He was hurt, and you were the reason. All you wanted to do was disappear. But he continued. “It’s just...if you love him, you should be with him. Stop what you’re doing and...don’t play games with people’s hearts…”

“You think I’m playing with your heart?” you asked defensively, taken aback by your response, he let your hands go and crossed his arms.

“So what would you call it? Hm?” he leaned in as if expecting you to answer but before you could say anything, he carried on. “You led me to believe that the connection I felt with you was being returned. Like you actually cared about me. The reality is your heart belongs to someone else...and I’m just…” he paused as he looked you in the eyes. “I’m just a client.”

“You’re wrong,” you snapped as you walked closer to him. Trying to put a hand up to his cheek, he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head. “Jin, listen…” the sadness heavily coated your words as you began to explain. “I do love Chanyeol. He...he helped me leave my ex. Gave me a chance to be myself, truly. It was the new beginning I truly needed. Not the one the ex promised me...But you,” you cocked your head and sighed deeply. “You gave me tenderness. A softness I’ve never felt before. I’m just confused...because yes, I do love him but…” you looked at him with adoration and sincerity. He parted his lips as he listened to you intently. “When I’m with you, my whole world is at peace. You give me serenity…and I...I love that.” You notice his shoulders drop as they eased up at your words. He brought a hand up to his forehead, pushing some stray strands of hair out of his face.

“If that’s true...maybe...you don’t love him,” he confessed, biting his lip while rubbing his arm. “How can you love someone and have feelings for another? It doesn’t make sense to me, (Y/N) because…” he grabbed your hands again and brought them up to his lips, kissing them as he looked at you with pain in his eyes. “I can’t think of anyone else I would want to be with...because I lo--because I have you.” You didn’t know if he fumbled with his words because he was nervous or if he was overwhelmed with emotion, either way you didn’t know how to answer his question. It didn’t make sense to you either. There were days you wanted to lay with both of them in your arms. You thought you were going crazy, clinically even. Biting your lip, you ran a thumb over the back of his hands as he gripped your fingers tightly.

“I’m sorry, Jin...I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry I’m not perfect--”

“But you are perfect,” he cut you off, knowing that tears were soon to fall if you continued. That was the last thing he wanted to do. “You’re perfect for me. You have some flaws, that’s all. But we all do. That doesn’t change anything.” You felt him let a hand go and his palm cupping your cheek. His thumb ran over your lips, as if to catch every breath that tickled against his touch. You leaned against his hand and closed your eyes for a second.

“My flaws are rather…” you looked away with shame. “...repulsive.” His hands made their way to your chin, grabbing it and turning you to face him as he shook his head.

“I wouldn’t call them repulsive…” Jin’s eyes changed instantly and you wanted to melt into them. They were soft again, the purest adoration glossed his irises as he put them on you while he studied your face. “Nonetheless...they are fixable. I know they are.”

“You’re always to sure of yourself. Why, Jin? Why do you still bother with me? You could have a decent normal girl. But you chose me...just…”

“Shhh,” he ran his thumb against your lips again. Shuddering at his touch you couldn’t help but yearn for his lips brushing up against yours. “That brings me to the next thing I need to tell you…”

“Get your hands off of her,” the familiar voice caused your heart to drop to your stomach.

“Not you again,” Jin rolled his head back as Chanyeol started to inch close to you.

What the fuck is happening? Your stomach felt uneasy and a strange dizziness overtook you. They were both in front of you, Chanyeol glaring Jin as he walked over to you both. Jin let you go as he turned to him, folding his arms on his chest.

“You know you’re really fucking dumb for coming to this party,” he spat as he stopped in front Jin, towering over him.

“Chanyeol, stop--” you pleaded as he brought a hand up to silence you. He turned his head at you slightly before speaking.

“I’ll deal with you later,” He put all his attention on Jin now, who was rolling his eyes at him.

“If she’s even with you later,” he retorted. Chanyeol growled as he got in Jin’s face. Nothing prepared you for the moment he started to yell.

“Listen you little fuck!” Jin put his arm out, stopping Chanyeol in his tracks. The taller man shoved Jin’s are to the side as he continued. “You’ll never be anything to her! You just make her money!”

“That’s enough!” you bellowed as you tried to get between them, both of them ignoring you as you followed them. Chanyeol was backing Jin up against a shed behind you.

“I’m the one she loves! You should know since you read my letter. You enjoyed that right?” Chanyeol sneered at Jin. Jin scoffed at him and started to push his chest into Chanyeol. You didn’t know what to do except plead for them to stop again, to which they ignored you.

“You think that’s love?” Jin cocked his head and looked at Chanyeol with disgust. “The way you fuck her?”

“You don’t know anything about us!” Chanyeol growled, grabbing at Jin’s collar. Jin forcibly removed Chanyeol’s hand and smirked at him in sarcastic amusement.

“I know you fuck her like an animal,” Jin remarked, looking at Chanyeol with disdain. Chanyeol just laughed, throwing his head back.

“You’re fucking right,” he inched close to Jin’s face so that he could feel his breath on his cheek while he spoke. “And I’m proud of that.”

“Wow,” Jin marveled sarcastically as he clapped. “That’s something to be proud of isn’t it, jagi,” Jin looked over at your horrified expression.

“Will the both of you please just stop?”

“You know you can stand there and be proud of being a fucking barbarian. Because me and her don’t fuck. We make love. Tell me Chanyeol,” he put his hand up onto Chanyeol’s shoulder as he continued. “Have you ever made love to her?”

Chanyeol furiously pushed his hand away from his shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows at him and nodded at him slowly. “Make love?” he said mocklingly. “Has she even told you she loves you?” You saw Jin’s facial expression change. The confident cocky asshole gimmick he was playing to toy with Chanyeol’s hot headed remarks, that was gone. His nostrils flared and the color of his neck deepened into a dark red shade.

“You know what Chanyeol? She hasn’t told me yet, but she will,” with that statement, he brought his hands up to Chanyeol’s chest and pushed him backwards. Chanyeol mirrored the same anger as he almost fell back. He made his way over to Jin with fury in his eyes.

“Why the fuck,” he puffed his chest at Jin, sending him back a few steps before he continued. “...would she fall for you when she has me?” Chanyeol pushed him again, but Jin collected himself fairly quickly before looking at Chanyeol with a devious smile.

“I guess it would be for the same reason she crawls into my bed even though she already has you.”

It happened quicker than you could process it. Chanyeol brought his fist up and you screamed in panic as you saw it collide with Jin’s jaw. As Jin fell to the floor, you rushed to him.

“THIS IS OVER!” You screamed at Chanyeol as you helped Jin up even though he ignored your help. Jin scrambled to his feet, looking at you with a sense of eager approval to lunge at Chanyeol. “Stop it now! This is fucki--Jin...you’re bleeding…” you choked out as you saw his red stained teeth. He frantically brought a hand up to his mouth and studied his fingers. His eyes widened as he saw the blood coat his fingertips.

“I…” he stuttered as he looked at both of you. His whole face was crimson red now...he looked as if he was going to ignore any of your protests and just start throwing fists at Chanyeol, but instead, he turned and darted to the door to go back inside, leaving you and Chanyeol out in the cold.

No...I need to fix this.

“Jin, wait--” you called out to him as he disappeared behind the door. You heard Chanyeol’s footsteps behind you as he growled.

“You’re really going to go after him, (Y/N),” he snarled at you. You turned to him and shot him a terrifying gaze that took him aback.

“You wait here, I’m not done with you,” you turned on your heels and letting Jin’s name escape your lips again as you followed him back inside.

“Jin!….Jin!” You called out to him as you ran, he was nearing the elevator. Trying with all your might, you sped up to him and grabbed his arm. “JIN!”

“How could you love a psycho like him?!” he barked at you, spinning around to face you as you stopped him. You looked at his lips, the blood was pooling around the edge of his mouth.

“You need to get this checked out. Are you in pain?” The concern in your voice didn’t phase Jin. He just grunted in frustration as he used his sleeve to wipe the blood from his mouth.

“Fuck! I don’t care about that right now! I just wanna go back and--”

“No! Please don’t,” you pleaded desperately, holding him back as he tried to push past you so he could go back. “I’m going to deal with him. I’m begging you just go downstairs and get yourself checked out.” He sighed and stood in front of you, disappointment emanating off him.

“Jagi, I--”

“I know, tesoro. I know,” you comforted him, as you put a hand on his arm. “But I have to clean this up...I created this mess.”

“No, I’m not leaving you alone with this lunatic,” he shook his head and grabbed your wrist as he dragged you toward the elevator. “Let’s go,” he commanded as he pressed the button.

“Jin! No, stop!” wriggling your arm free from his grasp, he turned to you puzzled at your protest.

“You mean to tell me you’re going to stay here?! With him!? Didn’t you see what he did to me?!” He yelled pointing to his mouth. All you could do was hang your head low and sigh. He scoffed at you and laughed mockingly as the elevator dinged. He put two fingers under you chin, bringing your gaze up to him as he looked at you with discontent. “You know what? You can sit here and abuse yourself. Lower your standards because you don’t think you’re good enough. But you’re only cheating yourself out of happiness. You’re miserable and I don’t surround myself with miserable people. Goodbye, (Y/N).”

The pang in your heart almost caused you to double over. What you wanted to do was agree with him, follow him into the elevator and leave this problem behind. But you knew the instant guilt and regret you would feel leaving Chanyeol behind. Plus, you needed to set him straight. It was about time you did something about his recklessness.

“Jin, please,” you begged as he started to go into the elevator. You grabbed his arm again as you did before. “Don’t do this, just hear me out--”

“Don’t touch me,” he spat at you, moving away from you with force before stepping in the elevator. Your heart broke into pieces as the door closed before you, watching Jin throw daggers at you with his gaze.

There was no time to cry, you told yourself. That’s all you wanted to do at this point. Fall to the floor and drown yourself in self pity. Tell yourself how stupid you were for doing this to yourself. For doing this to them. What were you thinking? How could you put yourself in this position? Is this business really worth it?

But there was no time.

You turned on your heels and headed back for the door that lead you outside. With a vendetta on your agenda, it was imperative that you confront Chanyeol about his impulsive actions once and for all.

When you got outside, you saw the tall man pacing back and forth, rubbing the knuckles on the fist he assaulted Jin with.

“Aw baby does that hurt?” you said tantalizing him. He looked up and you and nodded.

“Yea actually it does.”

“Good! What the fuck were you thinking?!” His face contorted as you yelled at him.

“Me?!” he leaned in and his eyes widened. “Did you hear what he fucking said to me?!” You narrowed you eyes at him and shook your head violently.

“So?! That doesn’t give you permission to hit anyone! What gives you the right?!”

“The minute he came between us--”

“What US?” you screamed frantically as you cut him off. He took a step back, surprised at the tone of your voice. “What us, Chanyeol? I can’t be yours. I can’t be his. Hell, I can’t even be me!” At this point, your voice was shaky and you couldn’t control your emotions. Starting for the other man, you pointed at him and wagged your finger. “I told you,” you brought your finger down and ran your other hand through your hair. “I told you not to fall for me and you didn’t listen.”

“So you’re really going to stand there and pretend you aren’t practically mine,” he sneered. “ After everything (Y/N),” he squinted his eyes as his lips curled in anger. “Everything I did, Everything we said to each other. Why do I constantly have to fight for you? First with Jiyoung, now with him!” he screamed in disgust as he neared toward you pointing in the direction of the door you had previously walked in from. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I didn’t ask for any of it!” you fumed at him, meeting his anger with your own. “I’m not telling your to fight for me! And I’m not doing anything to you! At this point you’re doing it to yourself!”

“You’re just selfish,” Chanyeol roared as he brought his face close to yours just as he did to Jin. “You don’t care about him or me. You just want your fucking money. That’s all it’s ever been, right?!” That was it. He pushed you over the edge. The fire in your eyes exploded as you pushed him. His eyes widened at you as you started for him again.

“That was the fucking plan! Literally that was all I ever wanted, Chanyeol. From the minute I met you. Falling for you? I NEVER wanted that. I never wanted this. You seem to fucking forget!” You brought your fists up to his chest and started banging them against them as you spoke. “I’m...a...fucking….hooker…” He simply looked down at you in bewilderment and anguish. Soon enough, you felt him bring his hand behind your neck, squeezing your with force as he dragged you.

“Oh yea?” he growled in your ear as you started approaching the edge of the building. You brought your hand up to his arm as you felt him unwillingly guide you.

“What are you doi--Ah!” you yelped as he bent you over the side, your hands scraping against the concrete ledge of the building. His hand traveled up your leg, you shivered under his touch as he pushed your dress back, revealing yourself to him.

“This is the last time…” he brought his hand to your panties and pulled them down. The sound of his belt jingling followed after. “The last time I’ll be fucking you like this.”

“What?”

He ignored you as you felt his length invade you suddenly. A loud moan fell from your lips and you arched your back as he let his cock rest inside you, stretching you out before he started to pound you. His thrusts were nothing you’ve ever felt before from him. They were faster than normal, sloppier than what you were used to. You clutched tightly to the edge of the building, your arms scraping against the concrete. The sound of his body slapping up against you, your yelps of ecstasy and his husky grunts echoed down below, the noise filling your ears as it bounced of the buildings surrounding you.

When you felt his head crashing into your spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, causing you to back your hips into him. His hands gripped at your hips as his pace got stronger. Your whole body was a quivering mess as you felt yourself coming to your climax. His name spilling from your lips repeatedly as you began to melt against him, cum dripping down your legs.

“Stop,” you whimpered as he continued to unmercilessly thrash into you. His hands snaked up your spine and stopped in between your shoulders. Suddenly, you felt your hair being twisted into his hand. Another whimper escaped your lips as he pulled you close to him by your hair. Leaning his body half way, he rested his forehead onto your temple.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he groaned into you ear as his free hand spanked your bottom. You cried out in pain and bit your lip.

“N-...no.”

“That’s what I thought.”

That free hand now snaked around you and grabbed at your breast that was bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. You wanted to squeeze your walls against his throbbing cock as it moved inside you ferociously but today his cock swelled inside you so much, you could barely concentrate. His organ started to pulsate violently, indicating he was close to finishing. He let go of your hair, causing you to fall foward as he grabbed at your waist again, guiding you up and down his cock as his thrust became more frantic.

“Fuck, (Y/N)...I’m going to cum...uhhhh…” he husked lowly as you felt him explode inside you. The feeling of his load melting against your spot sent a chilling sensation of euphoria throughout every nerve of your body. You came against him, both of your juices cocktailing inside you together. As he pulled out, your body collapsed to the ground, not being able to feel any sensation in your lower body. Half expecting him to help you up, you looked up at his as he buckled his pants. His eyes told the story of sorrow and you could have sworn tears started to well up in them.

“Chan..Chanyeol…” you stuttered as you sat there breathlessly. “This is the last time?” He crouched down to your level and brought a hand up to your face.

“Yes baby...this is the last time I fuck you like this…” He saw the plethora of emotions run through your face. You were certain he was going to let those tears free from his eyes but he chuckled. “Baby don’t cry. You know I don’t like seeing you like this.” Even though he was talking to you, deep down you know he was telling himself this. Not that he was wrong for saying it to you anyway.

“So then what do you mean by last time?” you whispered as you sat there still, unable to move. He smirked and got up, looking down at your defeated form before speaking.

“I’m not going to pay you anymore, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Did he really just say that? That’s not how you worked. That’s not how business with Starlight Catering played out. How dare he even think that’s an option? What is he trying to do? You were so lost in your thought you didn’t noticed that Chanyeol had started to back away. Before you knew it, he was by the door, leaving you alone on the roof.

As you sat there, looking at your panties that were around your ankles, you just wanted to sob uncontrollably. The type of cry that left you hyperventilating, where after a while you had no more tears left in you. It was all over. Jin hated you. Chanyeol didn’t want you anymore or so it seemed. You couldn’t handle the consequences. Maybe if you would have prepared for this like Maya and Damon warned you, this wouldn’t have happened.

Damon.

When it finally dawned on you that you had left him to fend for the party, you quickly got on your feet, pulling up your panties and flattening your dress as you ran toward the door. Just like other instances where you wanted to break down, you didn’t. Your business was always there to keep you away from doing so. In many way, you thought, Starlight Catering was your real lover. The strongest one out of all of them. He conquered over you, never letting you love anyone. Yes, let’s blame it on the business instead of yourself…because that always worked out.

X-x-x

When you walked out of the elevator, you sighed in relief as everything was the way you left it. Everyone looked just as entertained as they looked before. You scanned the hall, looking for any sight of Maya or Damon.

“Hey Carla!” you called out to one of you workers. She smiled sweetly as she walked over to you. “Have you seen Maya or Damon, hunny?” Carla brought a finger up to her chin and tapped against it pensively.

“Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen Maya in a while. But Damon was just here. He was escorting EXO out.”

“They left?!”

“Yea…” Carla bit her lip. “Is everything okay? They usually stay till the end.” You inhaled and put an hand on her shoulder.

“Everything is fine,” you lied. “How are you doing tonight though? Everything okay with you?” She nodded delightfully.

“Incredible actually. I got 3 clients so far! And I think one of them I can persuade into becoming a regular.” You smiled dotingly at her.

“That’s great, sweetie. Keep up the good work! Let me let you get back to it actually,” Your worker beamed at your words as she hugged you. Walking off with an extra pep in her step shortly after. As you watched her walk away, you saw Damon trailing behind another worker, fixing his bow before sending him off.

“Damon!” you called out to him. He turned to you with a horrified expression, an expression you were tired of seeing tonight, quite frankly. “What the fuck happened?! They left?! And where’s Maya?!”

“Girl…” he started as he put his hands on his hips. “Shit really--”

“Yes! Shit hit the fan! I know! Can y’all stop saying that? Tell me what happened!”

“Alright alright,” Damon replied, putting his hand on his chest as he cleared his throat. “So this is what happened in order. Jin came downstairs right? Walked over to BTS and said something to Namjoon. They got up and started to leave. Let me for one say that Maya was a MESS and Yoongi offered to sober her up at their dorm and make sure she gets home. She fucked up a few transactions and I didn’t think she could do anything without looking like a drunken mess so I figured, just kill two birds with one stone. I charged him for tonight because I know a guy like that is going to take her to bed,” he looked at you slyly before you raised your eyebrow and motioned for him to continue. “So that’s where Maya went...and that’s how they left.”

“What about EXO?!”

“I’m getting to that!” He reprimanded, shooting you a defensive look. “Anyway, Chanyeol came down stairs and I swear to everything, he was crying. The guys saw him and they just kinda...left. Sehun came up to me and said they had to go. It kind of happened all at once and me and Ronnie were trying our best to keep up with all the girls so I just walked them out and came back…” his voice trailed off as he examined you. “But what the fuck happened to you? EXO told me about the presents. I almost threw up out of fucking anxiety and shit (Y/N), you look like hell…” You glared at him quickly but the glare faded as you brought your hand up to your head.

“Where do I even begin?” You started explaining what had happened previously. From when you spoke to Jin, to when Chanyeol walked in, to the confrontation they had, to Chanyeol punching him. Your eyes started to feel like they were swelling again as you continued to explain what Jin had said to you, then the fight you had with Chanyeol. How he said that he wasn’t going to pay you for sex. You couldn’t stop talking.

“I lost them both, Damon. I really fucked up. I don’t know what to do. All I want to do is hide. And I want to start crying but I can’t--fuck,” your voice started to crack, feeling the sob sitting in the back of your throat. Damon looked at you sadly as he put his hands to your biceps.

“Sweetie, hunny, no. Not now anyway,” he pleaded sympathetically. He knew your world was collapsing at your feet. It took him all the effort in his body to show you all the empathy he could muster. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“I know you said you didn’t want clean the mess when this all happened,” you choked as you held back tears. “But I really need you right now and--”

“Bitch you know I was mad when I said that,” he spat playfully. “No, dumbass. I’m not gonna let you deal with this on your own. BUT we still have a party to tend to so...,” he pointed at the hall and raised his brow.

“I know...I know.” He sighed and handed you your invoice book and business cell phone.

“Let’s just wrap this up so we can go home and heal,” his voice was gentle and soothing. You put an arm around him and squeezed him.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you sighed.

“I’m thinking we should get into our PJ’s when we get home, put on The Office and eat ice cream til we get fat and you can cry for hours about how you fucked up. And I can tell you it’s going to be fine for how every many hours you decide to spend crying.” You looked up at him gratefully.

“Bless you.”

He shrugged and patted your bum.

“Let’s kill it now. Make some coin so we can go home.”

A/N ;; The story is going to take a different turn now. Are you prepared for what happens next? Cuz I don’t even think I am idjsojfsdiojfijds As always thank you for reading and leave me a comment letting me know what you think <3

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the100oneshots · 7 years ago

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There - Monty Green Imagine

Reader x Monty Green

Words: 680 words

Warnings: dont ?? think ?? any ??

The room was dark and the fear continued to bubble up at the back of your throat. The anticipation was driving you insane and the isolate slowly killing you. You were supposed to be safe, after everything that happened you just wanted to be safe.

Thinking back on it, you’ve never thought that you’d been safe ever in your life. It was a rare occasion, but you didn’t assume it’d been that long. You’d never thought about it, but restricted in this cage thinking was the only thing you could do besides crying out for help.

A scream erupted and pierced the silence that engulfed the room. It couldn’t be heard, you’d been held prisoner for the second time your life and you hated it. You had one visitor, and the lonely young girl was not much fun.

Maya, you think was her name and overtime she came in she never saw you, you don’t even think she knew you were in there. She had a thing with Jasper you think. Jasper. You missed him, you missed your friend. Monty, you missed him even more. You left it too late to tell him. You over thought it and ran from the problem and now you were left alone.

The clamber of the steel door awoke you from your thoughts, you were week from the last blood transfusion and you were scared they’d realise that the blood wouldn’t last them much longer, and they’d probably have to go fort he bone marrow to further sustain.

“Hey! Let go of me!” A new voice yelled. A voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like in forever. Your eyes widened as you saw humbling dragged into the room.

“Monty?” Your voice cracked, probably as a result of not speaking for what felt like a life time.

His eyes widened and his neck snapped up to look at you. You looked broken, you could barely hold your head up from the weight. You were weak, even speaking to Monty you were slurring. He noticed the your eyes constantly fluttering open in an effort to stay awake.

“What are you doing to her? (Y/N)!” He was resisting, but he stood no chance against the three guards in hazmat suits. Though his efforts, he couldn’t shake them resulting in being placed in a cage like you.

When locking him in, he knew there was no way out from inside and instead moved all his energy into consoling you. “(Y/N), are you okay? How do you feel? What did they do?” He reached from your hand through the bars, but couldn’t reach. “They went for the bone marrow.”

You said in a quite voice, continuing to slur. “(Y/N) you can’t sleep, please stay awake.” He begged as you rested your head against the bars closest to him. “I’m fine to sleep, I need the rest. They’ll come back in the morning.”

And truth be told they did come back. The doctor was willing to stick a drill in you for the 4th time and you had given up even though you were terrified of what was about to happen.

“No!” The banging on the cage alerted the other men and they dropped you on the table with a thud to deal with an energetic Monty. “Leave her alone! Take me instead! Please.” He begged.

The doctor shrugged and instructed the men to do so muttering an “It’s his death wish.” And it was with all his strength that he fought his way through, not caring wether they made it out alive or not.

It was in this moment that President Wallace walked in on the scene and Monty rushed towards you. He began stroking your hair, and you felt safer than you had been for the past few days. You let out a sigh of relief as your nuzzled into his touch and the tears began rolling down your face.

“Shh, shh. You’re okay. I’m not letting anything happen to you ever again, okay?” He coos as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

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justauthoring · 8 years ago

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Feigning The Connection (15/?)

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in

SEASON ONE

SEASON TWO: PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX

A/N: Thank you to all those that have patiently waited for me to get this up. These past couple of days have been absolutely crazy, starting from my parents to just being generally busy, to literally having no idea how to write this chapter. I really wanted to make this chapter great and I still don’t feel justified with the final product but have no idea what to add. Only I’ll get over this specific writing block but i just need to keep writing, there’s nothing else to do. Anyways, again thank you, and hope that this chapter was still good!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 02x15 and 02x16

Warnings: mass murder

Something you hadn’t felt in forever, was comfort. You were comfortable. There was something cushioned underneath you, and you felt safe though you weren’t sure why. Opening your eyes slowly, you blinked from the bright light above your head. Though the bright light immediately reminded you of where you were, the last time you’d seen that bright light was when the Mountain men had been taking your bone marrow. When you’d been strapped down to a metal table and a hole drilled into your leg.

Your heart immediately sped up, panic setting within you as you sat up, panting as you tried to get away. But there was one difference, no one was holding you down. Nothing was holding you down. Though in your state of terror, you did not realize the free mobility you had and shifted in your seat. You instantly regretted the fast movement, your hand falling to your side as pain shot through your body.

You sighed heavily, looking around you for the first time to notice you weren’t in the same white lab as before. You were in a completely different room, nicer looking room with decorated walls and furnisher littered the room. You continued to watch warily, despite the vacancy, it didn’t rightly settle within you that you had no idea where you were. You tried to remember how you could’ve gotten here, if Cage or one of the doctors had taken you here before it suddenly clicked. Bellamy.

I got you.

That’s right, Bellamy... Bellamy found you. He had saved you. Which meant you needed to find him. Needed to discuss with him what was happening as he was the only one who knew. Had he managed to save your friends yet? Were they alive or dead? And why had he been in a guard uniform? Pushing forward on the couch you’d been placed on, you noticed the change of clothes. No longer were you dressed with nothing but a medical gown and rather had actual clothing on. Real, clean clothing.

Jeans that felt soft on the skin, black and easily movable within. A blue shirt that was scarce of any markings or rips. You looked down at the clean clothes in fascination. You haven’t had a clean pair of clothes since on the Ark, and though you had no idea where you’d gotten them from, you were relieved. You felt safer knowing you held actual clothing on your body and less exposed.

Hesitantly, you pushed your feet onto the ground, standing up from the bed. You wobbled on your feet, and you made the note that you hadn’t been able to walk on your own feet in days, you’ve been knocked out and then carried everywhere. Though, as you walked you felt pain shoot through you from everything you’ve suffered. You pushed yourself, forcing yourself to continue walking despite the pain. You needed to find Bellamy, you needed to.

As you walked, you allowed your gaze to fall around you and soon enough you found a mirror. Distracted, you walked towards the mirror, you hadn’t seen your own reflection since you’d been on the Ark. It had been something you’d taken for granted back then, being able to just know what you looked like on a daily occurrence. As you reached the full length mirror, you paused, your hands falling onto your shirt and fingering the material. Your hair, though rather calm, was matted and looked like it needed a good wash.

Your eyes were bloodshot, and your skin looked heavily pale. You twisted your lips in disgust, you looked frankly just unwell. Though it made sense with everything you’d been through, it didn’t help with the fact that you have never seen yourself so unhealthy looking.

Suddenly you heard some voices, and turning your head you found a door. You looked one last time at yourself before stepping away from the mirror and made your way to the door. Your hand fell onto your hip, holding it hope that it might help lessen the pain and reached your hand out, placing it on the door nob. Hesitantly, you opened the door finding a room full of people. Blinking in confusion your eyes fell on a few familiar faces. There was Fox... and Harper and Miller. These were your friends. Your friends were directly in front of you and all you could feel was absolute confusion. Seeing your friends here was the last thing you’d expected walking through that door.

“I need to go back out the-” Turning your head towards the direction of the voice, your eyes widened when you saw the familiar face of Bellamy. His gaze was turned towards you with a small, relieved smile on his face. In fact, everyones gaze was on you and your hand fell to your chest in self-comfort. Your gaze fell around you, relieved but shocked to see your friends alive and well. You’d been so worried about them, you thought you’d never see them again but here they were.

“Bellamy?” Your voice was quiet, quieter than you’d wanted it to be. Bellamy, upon your call, stood up and began making his way over to you. “You’re still too weak, Y/N. You shouldn’t be up yet.” His hands fell on your arms, helping you stand steady.

You ignored his comment, looking around you. “Where am I? What’s happening?”

“You’re safe. I have you hidden.” Bellamy explained, reassuring you with a nod. “He’s not gonna find you in here.” You paused, unsure what to say besides nodding in thanks. You smiled up at him, happy to see that Bellamy was okay and relatively not injured. Happy that your friends were here and safe. But you couldn’t hide the hesitant nature of your smile, half expecting Cage to bolt through the door and hurt you and your friends all over again. “Listen, Y/N, I need to go back out. I’ve been running undercover,” he gestured to his outfit, “and there’s still more I need to do.”

That’s why he was wearing the guard uniform. You wasted no time hesitating as you nodded; “i’ll come with you.”

Bellamy chuckled at your need to always give yourself up to help, shaking his head. “You need rest. Besides if they catch sight of you out there, they’ll know exactly who you are.” You opened your mouth to refuse, wanting to go out there. That had been the original plan, this had been why you’d run in here with him. But Bellamy stopped you, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You paused, unsure of how to react to such an intimate action. Especially with everyone watching, though before you could say anything he pulled away, smirking at your flushed face.

You watched his back, his steps heavy and quick. “You better come back safe!” You called after him as he left the room. Falling silent, you turned to the crowd in front of you walking forward and greeting everyone. You smiled at everyone brightly, happy to see them alive and well before a voice caught your attention. “Is that Y/N?” You heard and turning around you found Monty. Your eyes widened with excitement and you ran forward, jumping into his arms, engulfing him in a hug.

“Monty!” You exclaimed in excitement. Monty laughed at your excitement and you responded by hugging him tighter in relief. You were so glad he was okay. He’d been one of the first people you’d really gotten to know and you hadn’t stopped worrying for him or Jasper since they’d disappeared. “Are you okay? Where’s Jasper?”

Monty’s hands fell onto your arms, steading you and you suddenly remembered your injuries. Though you ignored the pain, too eager to find out the answers to your questions. “I’m fine, but you need to keep still. You’re still too weak... And-”

“Jasper’s here.” A different voice answered and your gaze fell past Monty on Jasper. A heavy breath left you, and you laughed stepping forward over to Jasper. You embraced him tightly as well, happy to seem him well as well. Though as you pulled away, your gaze fell on to unfamiliar faces. Your heart sped up, thinking they were the Mountain men and you stepped back in fear. Jasper and Monty immediately noticed your panic and the latter grabbed onto you when you stumbled back.

“Y/N?”

“Mountain... who are they?” You asked, eyes crinkled in fear towards the two unfamiliar faces. Jasper was immediate to step in front of them, holding his hand out to you. “It’s okay!” He reassured, “they’re on our side. This is Maya and her father. They helped us, they’re the reason we’re able to hide here.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping shakily over towards them. Maya smiled kindly at you, nodding as her father smiled brightly at you. “It’s nice to meet you.” Maya greeted and then her eyes fell on the rest of your body. “I’m sorry...” You immediately knew of what she was referring to and your mouth fell open in realization.

“These are your clothes.” You stated as she nodded nervously. Stepping forward, you smiled down at her, hesitantly, and nodded.

You looked up at the ceiling when a beep echoed from above you. All quiet chatter in the room went silent as you looked beside you at Jasper. “My fellow citizens.” You immediately recognized the voice from above as Cage. His voice was hard to forget, his haunting voice. “This is your president speaking. I have news to share with you, that will change our lives forever. For ninety-seven years, Mount Weather has been our home. It has kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we’ve had to do to survive. We’ve done things for one reason so that our people can someday return back to the ground. That day is today.”

Your heart drop at his words, already understanding what he meant. You looked over at Jasper and Monty, shaking your head as Maya stared panicked at you all. Folding your hands on your lap, you clenched them so tightly that they began to hurt but you continued to do so.

“He’s going public.” You announced. “Trying to get everyone against us.”

“Before my friend Lorelai Tsing was murdered-”

“The doctor...” You whispered to yourself in shock. No wonder you hadn’t seen her in a while at that point, she’d been murdered. Though, strangely, you felt no remorse within you. Before the mention of someone dying would’ve upset you terribly, and you sure it still did, just not for her.

“What are we going to do?” Jasper asked to us all.

“By the outsiders still at large in this mountain, she found a cure. It was in their bone marrow.” Unconsciously, your fingers found their way to your hip, holding it in memory of everything she’d done to you and your friends. “This has been the dream of our people since the bombs, but to reach it now, I need your help. The forty-five.. no, fort-six, we found another survivor, trouble-maker she is. The forty-six criminals that irradiated level five, killing fifteen of our people, are now keeping us from our dream. Although we’ve repaired our home, we can never replace the lives that were taken from us. And as hard as it is to believe, there are those among us who would help the people that did this, and I am speaking to you now-”

Your gaze fell on Maya and her parents, unsure of how they were reacting. You knew Jasper and the rest trusted them, but you’d only just met them. You wanted to believe they’d stay on your side, but with a public announcement like this you never knew.

“If you truly want to end the blood treatments once and for all, then the forty-six murderers your now hiding are the key to doing that.” You took a deep breath, shaking your head. This was bad.

“You have one hour to turn them in without punishment. After that, we’ll be forced to consider you enemies of the state. I’m asking you, please do what’s right for your people, our people, so we can all take our rightful place on the ground. We’re almost home.”

Turning to look over at the newcomers, you twisted your head in question. “So what’s it gonna be?”

“Y/N!” Jasper exclaimed in indignation. You turned to him, your eyes cold. “I don’t know them like you do, yes, but I will tell you one thing I am not going back in that lab. I will die before that happens.” You declared, standing up straight. With everything you’d been through, you didn’t trust anyone except for your own people.

“It won’t come to that.” Monty reassured.

“You don’t know that. People can change their mind quick enough when tempted.” You reminded, holding your hand out before you in defence. Maya stood up herself, stepping towards you and you took a step back in fear. Sensing your discomfort, she stepped back herself, holding out her hands. “Y/N, I promise you, that I will not give you in. That will not happen.”

“We’ll see.”

“One! Two!”

You looked at Jasper, nodding at him and without hesitated you pushed the picture frame away, stepping out with Jasper and Maya. You had been wrong about them, not trusting them. You hadn’t known Maya had to hide along with you, you didn’t know she’d already been considered a criminal. And you definitely didn’t expect the people keeping you hidden were willing to be shot in order not to give you all up, that was why you’d stepped out to give yourself up. You weren’t going to let another innocent die.

“Wait!” You yelled, holding up your hands. “Don’t shoot!”

“Please,” Jasper pleaded beside you, “don’t. We’re here, okay? Don’t shoot them.” Jasper compromised, your gaze fell on the couple as they seemed near tears. “I’m so sorry.” The man who’d helped keep you hidden apologized, shaking his head.

“This is Tilling, found three more.” The guard reported into his walkie-talkie. You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. You hated your knack for wanting to save everyone, but when your gaze fell on the couple you knew why. They were in the same predicament as you, just in different circumstances. “We’re bringing them in now.” A guard walked up to you, grabbing your wrists forcefully and placing handcuffs on them. You fought him, trying to get away but he only smirked at your feeble attempts.

A sudden gunshot echoed and you jumped in shock, your gaze falling on the woman with a gapping whole in her forehead. You gasped, trying to find something to say but couldn’t. Tears welled up in your eyes, as the guard moved his gun over to the man and shot him as well. You gasped loudly, shaking in your restraints.

“Keep struggling, sweetheart, and the same will happen to you.”

“Maya?” You called, walking up behind her and her father. She turned upon hearing your voice and when she looked at you, your gaze fell to the ground in shame. Though you all needed to move quickly, you needed to say this just incase. “Yes?” She answered.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked up into her eyes. “I’m sorry about earlier. I misjudged you.” Surprisingly, her face lit up in a smile, albeit a bit shaken, she nodded encouragingly at you. “It’s fine. I completely understand.” You nodded at her, relieved that she accepted your apology. She turned back to her father, as you all began making your way down the hall.

You paused for a moment hesitating before a hand fell on your shoulder. Turning, you found Bellamy. “You okay?” He asked, panting slightly as he stared around him cautiously. Nodding your head, you smiled up at him; “okay as i’ll ever be.”

He nodded, content with your answer as he turned back to make sure Jasper and the rest were following. “Okay, we need to get to the harvest chamber. You’ll be safer there.” You frowned in confusion, as right then that seemed almost the worst possible place you all could go when trying to get away with the Mountain Men.

“Safe in the harvest chamber?” Jasper seemed to be thinking the same as you, as he asked just what you would’ve.

“Just trust me.”

“Are the others there?” You asked, looking up at Bellamy and then Maya’s father. “Not yet.” Bellamy replied, shuffling with something in his jacket.

“Monty?” Jasper asked.

“Monty’s with the other group on level three. Don’t worry, we moved him after the last sweep.” You nodded in response, glad they’d been able to get Monty out. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to keep moving on. “You should go there next.” Maya’s father suggested to Bellamy, who immediately nodded.

“All right, go on. Vincent will take you.” Bellamy replied. “I won’t be long.”

“Hey!” Jasper yelled before Bellamy could stop, “i’m coming with you.” He said grabbing a gun from off the ground. Nodding to yourself, you moved around, looking for a weapon and found a gun for yourself on the ground. “Jasper.” Bellamy interrupted, shaking his head in disagreement.

“I promised i’d protect them. That’s exactly what i’m gonna do.”

“And I promised i’d protect you.” You cut in, checking to make sure your gun had a significant amount of bullets in it. Smiling when you found a good amount, you looked up at Bellamy, smiling despite knowing this would only make him worry. “So, i’m coming with.”

You ran off with Bellamy when he reluctantly nodded, looking back at one last glance to see Maya coming. You smiled, nodding to yourself and continued running.

“We don’t have much time.” Bellamy grunted, opening up the air vent. You came out behind Jasper and Maya, listening closely to Bellamy’s words as you looked around a hallway you’ve never seen before. This place was bigger than you imagined, and considering you’ve been locked in one section of the place didn’t help. “The last twelve are on this level.”

“Including Monty.” Jasper panted, you nodded in his direction turning to Maya. “Which way?” You asked, watching as she raised her hand pointing down the hall in front of you. “This way.” A loud beep echoed in front of you but you barely paid attention, raising your gun in self-defence and walking forward with Bellamy. It wasn’t until Jasper left your side did you find yourself distracted, turning to find Maya still by the vent.

“Listen to me,” you heard Jasper whisper to Maya, holding out his hand in reassurance. “It’s gonna be okay. All right? You’re gonna be okay.” Your eyes softened upon his words, realization flooding within you. That’s why Jasper trusted her so much, you don’t know why you hadn’t seen it before. Smiling with a little bit of envy, you were glad Jasper had managed to find someone, and someone who was willing to go against her own people to do the right thing. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to you, are we?” Jasper asked, turning back to you and Bellamy.

You smiled nodding in confirmation as Bellamy nodded shortly, walking ahead.

Maya’s panicked face didn’t lessen though, instead she only shook her head. “Jasper, in thirty minutes, all backup power gets diverted for species continuity. That means level five for life support and security. Radiation will seep in everywhere else. I can’t go to level five without being shot in the head.” You bit your lip, looking at Maya in sympathy as she looked only at Jasper. You couldn’t find anything to say that would offer any kind of support for the situation she was in, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad for her.

“Guys, we need to keep moving.” Bellamy reminded, and you nodded walking over to where he stood.

“We’ll get you your hazmat suit, extra oxygen, enough to last until your engineers get the power back on.” Jasper tried to think of a plan, tears welling in his eyes with desperation.

“And then what? You think Cage Wallace is gonna let me live here after that?” Maya reminded pitifully, the beep echoed again, the man’s voice sounding from above you all. You looked at Maya and Jasper in anticipation, watching as Jasper’s face twisted into anger.

“Then we kill him.” You looked over at Jasper in shock, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. The way you remembered him before all this was he was the type of person to fight for every other solution before it resolved to murder. Jasper nodded towards Bellamy and you watched as Bellamy nodded back, looking over at him as he shook his head at you.

A sudden scream came to your attention and you all turned down the hallway. “Monty.” Jasper whispered.

“Move! You heard him! Let’s go.” A males voice ordered and you raised your gun just in case. As you were running, Bellamy held out his hand in front of you, ordering you to slow. You listened to him, slowing down your steps as you turned back to the direction of the commotion. “Be ready for anything.” Bellamy reminded in a hush.

When you turned the corner there was a body laying on the ground in the distance. As you grew closer to the body you lowered your gun a hand falling to your mouth as the blood that surround the limp figure. Maya ran ahead, identifying the woman as “Ms. Ryan.” “She was hiding the last twelve.” Bellamy informed, and you took a deep breath. This wasn’t good. If she was here, dead, then where was the twelve?

“Where would they take them?” You asked Maya.

“It’s got to be level five.” She answered, you nodded, preparing yourself to move forward. Jasper moved towards the room, right where Bellamy was standing as he blocked him. You looked over at Maya in confusion, listening to Jasper breath heavily in panic. “Get out of my way.” He grounded out, staring directly in Bellamy’s eyes.

“Every person inside this mountain is on level five, every soldier.” Bellamy reminded. “Tell him.” Bellamy ordered Maya. You turned to Maya, not completely understanding what was going on. You figured it was because while all this was happening you’d been stuck inside a Cage.

“Jasper’s right.” Maya contradicted. “After the lockdown it’ll be impossible to get them out. It’s now or never.”

“All right-” Bellamy reluctantly agreed, “but how do we eve-” You crouched immediately when a thump sounded from behind you, raising your gun in self defence. Slowly Monty stepped out from behind the shadows, immediately falling to the ground near Ms. Ryan.

“Monty!”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, watching as his face fell in pity and despair.

“They know about the grounders.” Monty mumbled, “that’s why I hid. I-I didn’t do anything to save the others. I let them kill Ms. Ryan.”

“What do you mean they know about the grounders?”

“It was on a soldiers walkie. They’re going for the harvest chamber.” You looked over at Bellamy, remembering that that was where Vincent had taken the others from before. Your hand fell to your forehead in disbelief, every time you seemed one step ahead, you never were and the Mountain men had some kind of leverage on you.

“If they take it, we lose everyone.” Bellamy whispered, turning to you. You nodded, grabbing ahold of his arm and running ahead.

Opening the door to the harvest room, you shot in, your gun raised but found yourself slowing down when no one was there. Maya ran past you, sobbing and you turned to her in alarm but your mouth fell open when you saw her father on the ground, a hole in his forehead.

Turning to Bellamy, you saw him walk ahead and quickly followed behind him. Your gaze falling on all the empty cages around, cages that had once been full of grounders. Stopping just before the ledge, you looked at the vast amount of empty cages, gun falling to your side.

“They betrayed us.” You whispered, “they’re gone!” You shouted in despair, hands falling to your head in distress. A hand fell on your wrist, pulling your hand down so Bellamy could look in you in the eye. He nodded at you, reminding you to stay calm and you nodded your head, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, you remembered when you’d been locked in one of these cages; and though it seemed like the wrong time, you needed to tell him. “I saw you.”

“What?” Bellamy asked in confusion.

“That day when we came here and everything went wrong, I saw them hauling you out of the cage above me. I needed to stop them, I needed to help you so I tried to get them to grab me.” You explained, looking around you at the empty cages. You could hear Maya’s soft cries in the distance, Jasper trying to reassure him and you shook your head.

“Why would you do that?” Bellamy asked, shocking you. You turned to him, your mouth left open in bewilderment. “Why would you put yourself in danger like that?”

You smiled lightly, your hand hesitantly reaching forward to grab his hand. “Because I care for you. Though it did nothing, I couldn’t see you be treated like that.”

“Oh, Bellamy...”

Your lips twisted into a smile, relieved to see more familiar faces. Watching with fondness, you watched how Bellamy and Octavia shared a moment, hugging each other. You walked further out, behind Monty and Jasper as Octavia greeted her friends. “I knew it,” she teased, “you two are too scrawny to drill.” Octavia joked, poking them in the stomach. Finally as they finished hugging, Octavia caught sight of you and she let out a breath.

“Y/N.” She greeted and you nodded back, smiling. You weren’t sure if you should go for the hug or not, but then suddenly Octavia beckoned you over and her arms were around you. Though you’d never been that close with her before, it felt amazing to feel the familiar warmth of a person you trusted. Pushing back from her hug, you patted her shoulder, nodding.

Maya stepped out behind you, in her hazmat suit and you immediately noticed the look of hostility on Octavia’s face. You shook her head when she looked at you, Jasper moving to defend Maya; “it’s okay, she’s with us.”

When the excitement died down, your eyes fell on Bellamy and Clarke as they once again shared a conversation you couldn’t hear. Your eyes fell to the ground, your smile dropping slightly as you clasped your hands together in discomfort. They had every right to talk, especially in a time like this and you shouldn’t be allowing yourself to get distracted like this. But you couldn’t help but sometimes feel jealous of the bond they shared, having to co-lead together. You hadn’t really realized it until Finn’s death when Clarke became solely more focused on Bellamy.

But when you looked back up, the same look in Clarke’s eyes wasn’t there. She was distracted, upset, almost looked betrayed. And though you couldn’t blame her because if your suspicions were true, the grounder army had betrayed you all, left you in the dust. But there was more, more hurt, more feeling behind it all and it just wasn’t something you could decipher.

Stepping behind Jasper and Monty, you allowed them to share a hug with Clarke before stepping forward yourself. She smiled upon seeing you, stepping forward and reaching out for a hug. You squeezed her tight, and even though it seemed not like the time, you whispered in her ear; “you okay?” Clarke pulled back, seemingly shocked that you would ask her that, like you’d caught her before she smiled, nodding. Her gaze fell on your bruised face and weakened body. “Are you?”

“As good as i’ll ever be.” You responded.

A beep echoed and in alarm you turned towards Maya who was checking her suit. Jasper ran forward, “thirty minutes.” He mumbled, “that can’t be right, we just changed it.” Panicking, Jasper turned to you all, shaking his head in distress; “this is her last tank.”

“Hey, uh. We’ll find you another one.” Clarke reassured and you smiled encouragingly, your smile though faded when she shook her head. “All the supplemental oxygen supplies are on level five.”

“We’ll get you to level five then.” You declared, looking over at Jasper who nodded his head.

“Five isn’t safe for any of us.”

“We’ll take the trash chute again.” Jasper strategized. “It’ll work.”

“To get in, maybe.” Bellamy argued, “Maya’s right. Every soldier in this mountain is on that level. We’ll never make it out.”

“We can do it.” Jasper whispered, pleadingly. “We’ll split up.” You nodded along with his plan, hoping that Bellamy would go for it so you could save Maya. You hadn’t trusted her at first, but once you realized all that she had done for your friends, she didn’t deserve to just die.

Bellamy looked at you for an answer as Octavia declared, “you guys go for Dante. We’ll help Maya.” Frowning at him, you offered an apologetic look, shaking your head and looking towards Maya. You needed to help her. You’d be much more helpful there than you’d ever be talking to Dante. Giving a reassuring smile, you nodded at his worried look. “I’ll be fine.”

“You better be.”

“C’mon.” Jasper rushed, helping Maya out. You stepped out after her, turning to help Octavia. “She’s out of air.”

“First you need to close the vent.” Maya ordered and you were quick to turn, closing the vent. When you turned back around, Maya’s helmet was off and she was taking deep breaths, trying to regain herself. “Time to spare.” She gasped, and you let out a small chuckle, shaking your head.

“She’s safe. Can we go now?” Octavia rushed, looking around her for anybody coming. “It’ll be okay.” Maya reassured, and you shook your head along with him. “I’m not leaving you.” Jasper declared holding on to Maya.

“I’m not leaving either.” You smiled her way, “not now.”

“Y/N!” Octavia whispered in urgency.

“She’s alive.” You stated, shaking your head. “But she isn’t safe.” You looked over at Jasper who looked over at you thankful, you nodded, smiling. They needed your help and you definitely weren’t going to leave them alone up here. You just got your friend back, you weren’t going to just leave him because he wanted to save his girlfriend.

“Cage knows i helped you guys.” Maya panted. “He’s on level five.”

“So what do we do?” Octavia asked, looking around her.

“We kill Cage.” Your eyes widened, remembering that exact line from earlier. Looking over at Jasper, you swallowed a lump in your throat watching as Maya nodded in confirmation and Octavia declared she was in. They looked over at you and biting your lip in worry, you remembered all that he had done to you, all that he had done to your people, your friends. Nodding to yourself, you looked over at them, determine.

“I’m in.”

“Cage is in the dorms. They brought another group in from the Ark, more marrow. They’re not even trying to fix the dam.” Your heart dropped at the mention of another group being brought in, that could be your father. That could be Raven. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself, you tried to remain calm.

“How many soldiers were with Cage?” Jasper asked.

“Uh, six. Why?” The guard, Lee, Maya had brought in to help answered. Looking up at Jasper in question. Jasper didn’t answer, taking his gun from off his side, he looked over at Lee, “just get me close. They’ll be happy they found another eight doses. I need a-”

Octavia stepped up, handing Jasper a knife. “Aim for the throat. Slash, don’t stab. Make it deep.” She explained, showing the movements with the knife. You bit your lip in worry, not liking the plan that would most likely get Jasper killed if he wasn’t careful. Nodding Octavia’s way, Jasper sniffled as Lee restrained his wrists with cuffs.

You sent him a smile, nodding and telling him without actually telling him he could do it. He sent you a grateful smile, turning to Maya as she made her way up to him. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you watch with fondness and pride as they shared a moment. Who knew Jasper could be such a badass? You thought to yourself, laughing.

“I love you...” You faintly heard Jasper whisper and then he was gone, walking through the doors. You looked over at Maya, your eyes softening at her tear stricken face. Stepping forward, you placed your hand softly on her shoulder, snapping her attention over to you. You offered a small smile, hoping that would help reassure her a bit more. “He’s got this. I know Jasper, and he’s pretty tough when he puts his mind to it.”

She nodded, a silence falling over you. You figured Maya was just too nervous to respond. “Hey...” You started, “thank you for all this.” She looked over at you, finally smiling and you smiled yourself, glad that you could even break her moment of sadness for a second. Then suddenly her face fell and you turned to her concerned.

“There was man in there.” she started. “I couldn’t stay long but I heard him screaming your name, asking where his daughter was.” Opening your mouth, you found yourself stock still. That was your father, no doubt about it and he was stuck in there in danger, asking for you. You couldn’t remember the last time your father had been so considered with your life.

You looked at the doors in hesitation.

There were hands on you, shoving you at the ground. You groaned in pain, trying to shove them off but they only continued to press the gun harder against the back of your skull. Panting, you swallowed, trying to hide your fear. You were sure you were gonna die. Any second now and they’d blow there gun, or maybe they’d torture you like they had for so long.

Then there groans of pain, screams of pain, you looked around you as best as you could in shock as every one of the mountain people fell to the ground in pain. The hands on you disappeared, and sitting up on your knees you watched the guards around you fall to the ground. Maya. Turning your head to the side, your gaze fell on Maya, her face red and blotching and her breath coming out in short gasps.

You scrambled over to her, grabbing ahold of her and setting her on your lap as Octavia fell beside you. Tears welled in your eyes as a shadow loomed over you, looking up you found Jasper staring down at Maya in shock. You shook your head at him, letting Jasper grab her and hold her. “Jasper.” She gasped out, her voice rough.

You fell, sitting as you brought your knees up to your chest. “I’m here.” Jasper whispered, his lips curling in despair as tears fell from his eyes. “She was innocent.” Looking up at Jasper upon his words, you shook your head.

“None of us is innocent.” She let out one final gasp of air, before her body gave up, becoming limp. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Jasper’s cried of disbelief filling your ears. You got up slowly, tripping over yourself as Octavia ran past you. You knew where she was going, and you knew you should go but you found yourself stunned as you stared at the mass of dead bodies.

Clarke stepped past a pillar, stopping when she saw Jasper. Looking down at Maya, you shook your head. “What did you do?” Jasper sobbed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“We had no choice.” Clarke whispered, her voice shaking.

“I was gonna kill Cage.” You looked down, watching as your hands shook before placing your head in them. You shook your head in them, images of innocent people dead around you. Maya dead. Jasper in pain. It was all too much. “If you’d just given me one more minute, it would’ve been over.”

“Jasper, they would’ve never stopped.” Bellamy suddenly spoke up. Your head snapped up upon his entrance, finding yourself shocked that he would help do this. Despite your horror you found no anger towards him, just hurt. He’d done what he had to, you knew that, and you knew you couldn’t be mad at him. But that didn’t stop you from shaking your head at him when he looked at you, tears in your eyes.

“We have to go to the dorms.”

Bellamy stepped forward, falling still in front of you. He shook his head, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted him; “it’s fine.” You nodded, sending a small weak smile. “It’s fine.”

“Raven!” Running forward, you shot through the crowd, narrowly missing everybody. You stopped just before Wick and Raven, looking over the unconscious figure of Raven. With wide eyes, you scanned her body for anymore major injuries other than what they had done to her. “Is she okay?” You asked Wick frantically, your hand falling on her face.

He nodded, though you didn’t see it only the hand that clasped around your wrist, snapping your attention to Wick. “She’s okay. She’ll be okay. Y/N, someone else wants to see you.” Wick nodded his head to the side and you followed his gaze, only to find your father looking over at you. You let out a small sob, unsure of what to do. Seeing him okay was the biggest relief, and despite everything that had happened between the two of you, he was your dad. You never even got the chance to tell him you’d been going with Bellamy to the mountain.

Without a second thought, you ran forward, ignoring the pain that shot through you, reaching him within seconds. It was just like that day he’d returned from being captured by the grounders, except this time when you threw your arms around him, he didn’t hesitate to return the hug. Instead he hugged you with such force, with warmth you’d never felt. Tears fell from your eyes, snuggling your head into his neck.

“I was so worried.” He whispered against your neck, and you didn’t even care that that was such an un-Kane thing to do. “You didn’t even tell me.”

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed. “i’m sorry.” It wasn’t hard to tell that this was more than just you not telling him about your plan, this was so much more. “I’m sorry that mom died because of me.” Hands gripped your face, pulling you back from the hug so all you could see was your fathers eyes on your own. He smiled lightly, shaking his head. “Your mother dying wasn’t your fault.” He reassured and your mouth fell open, “I never should of thrown you away like I did. I’m sorry.”

You found yourself unsure of how to reply, these words were words you never expected to hear come from your father’s lips. You just nodded, your nose scrunching up as more tears from your face. He held you, allowed you to cry, acted like the father you’d always cry about not having. Kane said the words you use to dream about hearing;

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Where’s she going?” You asked, walking up to Bellamy. Hearing you, his gaze fell on you, tears in his eyes. Immediately knowing that this was more than what you thought it had been, you went to walk out the gate to followed Clarke. Something was different, something was happening and you needed to stop it, but Bellamy’s arms wound around your waist. You looked over at him. “where’s she going?” You repeated, more stern.

“Clarke wants to go on her own. She needs to think things over.” He explained and you shook your head, looking over at him. Your gaze fell on the disappearing figure of Clarke, an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Stopping your struggles, you moved to stand in front of him but surprisingly he kept his hands on your waist. You ignored the intimate action, looking up at Bellamy with curiosity and a bit of fear.

“Do you?”

“No.” He answered almost immediately, leaving no room for questions. “I’m not leaving you. Not again.” Bellamy responded honestly, you opened your mouth to say something, your gaze falling on the arms upon your waist. He looked at you with such intensity, you were unsure of what he was going to do. Then suddenly, looking up at him you watched as his face grew closer, and then his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened, not expecting him to do such a thing, pulling back, you placed your hands against his chest, panting.

He stared at you, shocked and afraid as you practically just rejected him. “Y/N?” He mumbled, asking for an answer. With wide eyes, your gaze fell on your father, remembering how you’d just gain his trust and love. Your gaze fell on Raven, knowing that she needed you in this time. And Jasper, Bellamy was responsible for killing Jasper’s girlfriend. And you knew he didn’t mean it and you weren’t mad at him, but it wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right.

You know you’d liked him for so long now, probably even grown to love him. This was something you’d secretly wanted for so long. But it just didn’t seem like the right time. So keeping your hands against his chest, you looked up at him apologetically. “I can’t.” You shook your head, whispering so that he could almost barely hear you. “I can’t, not now. I’m sorry.”

Bellamy didn’t argue, only whispered one word; “why?”

“My dad. I just got him back. And Raven. She needs me.”

You watched Bellamy shake his head. “I know that’s not why.” He argued, his eyes pleading for you to tell the truth. “I was so worried, when i didn’t find you in those cages I thought you were dead.” He explained, his lip curled in disappointment. Sighing, your hands fell from his chest, taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. “You helped kill all those people, Bellamy.” Bellamy’s face fell when he heard those words, stepping back in distress. “All those innocent people and I know you had to...” Stepping back yourself, you turned towards your father, seeing him looking in your direction. “But it just isn’t the right time.”

With that, you didn’t dare look back at Bellamy’s face. You didn’t dare look back to see the disappointment and feel your heart crush even more. Instead you walked directly forward, keeping your eyes on your father and when you reached him, you smiled lightly. “Everything okay?” He asked.

Finally, you allowed yourself to turn your head, catching sight of Bellamy looking over at you. Keeping your tears in, you nodded; “fine.”

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